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[falcongrrl]

Footsteps

for Jakebe

More than anyone, you’re Hansel to my Gretel:
gesturing to the curled fronds at our feet,
finding metaphor in cloud shapes.
I can’t be scared as long as I know you’re here with me,
the path around us strewn with wordcrumbs
as sun shines warmly down.
Even lost as we are,
I can’t think of any better place to be.

Speak to me of choice and precision,
the streamlining of a phrase,
while I whisper giggly secrets
and entreat collaboration.
Together we’ll weave spells against entrapment,
huddle in the darkness,
find reasons to smile.
We know this
will make a good story one day
and in the meantime there’s
one singular moment
laid across the world.