At length, the distant,
mist-draped mountain
holds my longing gaze.
Forgetting the summer storm’s
cold exhale,
I breathe-in the scene,
till memory’s embers burst
ablaze within,
shaking me awake again
to your near,
clear,
caring warmth --
your elbow slung over my nape
As we walk homeward-bound.
2004
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