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we are always looking for pictures and stories

afraid of leaving home and being disappointed

when do you leave this nice convenience

the closeness of people and planned operations

that keep us on the internet, waiting for vacations

when it becomes too little

when it’s time to take a breath

The Plainness of Your Language

I found some old letters
from our six month correspondence
that time you spent in england
and i suffered unrequited
when you left you took my heart–
my heart! to nurture and sustain
but left it to be battered
by the waves of the atlantic
and me, naive and young in love,
thought my heart a sacred thing–
my heart! callow and untrained
recieved your letters with devotion
(even though you were betrayed
by the plainness of your language)–
and the smile you surrender
in your charming little pictures
was barren and remote
among the backdrop of great britain,
lion statues and london pigeons–
i’m taking back my only heart–
my heart! my aching, leaking heart
from the place and time you left it
worn down and smooth
as it is
by the waves
of the atlantic