you in your tan,
and we danced
over housetops
across parking lots
dangled our feet from
neon signs while raindrops fell
into our mouths
like fake jewels
from Second Ave
and everywhere you filled me
with miracle.
Like a new
Artemis,
we chased winds
to fields beyond Hoboken
that greened beneath our feet
and we harvested
each other.
(c)Virginia O'Keefe 2005
published in Poet's Domain, Vol 22
Live Wire Press, Charlottesville, VA
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