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“Travel light”

Command or description, I want
to glow as I walk through my day,

as I glide through the halls
of the nursing home where I find you

dozing in your bed. I want you
to see how I’m learning to float,

the air thinning between our kisses.
And yet, the weight—harvest of moon

and fruit heavy with sugar. In August
heat I lift a melon, smell this long

summer pressed against the earth,
what I will carry to you tomorrow,

offering slices of remembrance.