for Monica Miller
imagine landing
through some accidental decisions
on a ground of blossoms
dispersed upward in peals
or try
pushing yourself forward
finding that doorways
have names and gifts
that unstring
the need for striving
or maybe
there is a sharp
upward note
asymptote of conclusion
that when projected
with a hand to frame
wins everything
before wanting
what i mean to say is
when i wrote this
i was sitting
in the place i sat
at the moment
i decided
to go to the school
where i never knew
i would meet you
so therefore
miracles
are
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