how much love?

how much love do you have?
are you thinking like a compass
like a dream condensed into a cloud
a river mouth shouting an ocean
or a head laid back on the grass
being a home for a rain beetle crawling

you have a book on your chest
laid open above your heart
that will maybe burrow out your back
to become wings for a future poem

you have lips pressed against the window
love translated to grease
will you write it there?

you hold a finger up
dylan’s saying how the wind is blowing

you have as much love as you can give

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