Every day we will make love find us. Right
between the shoulder blades, the most river
a spine can be, water make become bone.
Wildflower the sky in your hair.
Talk about seeing the potential in everyone
and I won’t care about the mountains swimming by.
You are everything I want to know.
If night sounds do not sound and we believe
what the stars tell us about forgetting,
about deciding to build ourselves together,
then I’m prepared to be a city of ruins.
This is me climbing back through hope’s
window to give you another sandcastle.
Michael Beard (he/him) holds an MFA in Poetry from Bowling Green State University. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in BOOTH Journal, trampset, Puerto Del Sol, and other places. He currently lives in Tennessee and teaches Dual Enrollment English at local high schools. Michael can be found on Twitter and Instagram @themichaelbeard.
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