❤
How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.
And tomorrow maybe only half a bushel?
Tomorrow maybe not even a half a bushel.
And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather.
Sandburg, C. (1878-1967)
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I throw out love
like an anchor and wait where the long house lights
of strangers tickle the river’s back …
Isn’t it right to drag the rivers for the bodies
not even the nets could catch? I won’t lie, I want
you to lie with me on the tumbling surface of love.
Smith, D.
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We are spending our
whole lives saying one thing
to each other, it is the only
thing than can ever be said
& it takes forever, like a tree
telling a story to a mountain.
Woods, R.
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