This Goat Path

Each morning
on this path,
a goat path really

The summer pink of
the sun’s rise
as brilliant and welcoming
as your lips

The slender-branched
leafless oaks
delicate as your pianists hands

Evergreens
in the morning as dark
and deep
as your black olive eyes

You are never
far from me
from my thoughts

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