All Three

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All Three

 

He’s parleying at the ice cream parlor.

A truth, a truce, a tune.

She’s sidling down the silo steps.

A might, a night, a June.

They’re shifting to a seaing ship.

A sail, a soul, a spoon.

And angled high above strung love,

The sun, the stars, the moon.

 

-M.M.

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