even cold

twilight on the ridge
and even the silence seems frozen

forty years ago
under a sky like this
we lay together in your flea-market fur
dreaming wild dreams out loud

I never knew anything could be so soft
nor meaningless things ever mean
so much

it was coming apart at the seams
as I recall
back when friendship meant more than anything

even cold

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