i would find you
between sun-dried flowers
spent, tongue rolled back
from screaming at the top
of your lungs
hoping to get my attention
forgive me
if i am waddling these days
with my head buried
in numbers
i miss seeing you
in colorful shirts & hats
peeking from wherever
your fancy takes you
but when i am alone
in a silent
and reflective mood
you come
unbidden, unchecked, unfiltered
knocking me out
of my city comfort
you are the stealthy driver
of this imaginary car
bringing me drops-
a green spiraled tendril
a phrase left beside my teacup
a stitch of a fading memory
i gather them
into my pockets
lined by moon dust
trusting time
that old gardener
to tend what lies unseen
beneath the page
and you
arrive-
ink, insight, the inglorious beat
of something
i knew before
but somehow forgot
you place it here
an open palm
and i am blown away
by the thought
that my <best> poems
are still walking
toward me
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