Human understanding is inferior to yours.
So perhaps you understood
and understand just now
just how I loved you.
Love is prance. You prance
now only in my head.
Inevitable happenstance:
four dead (only a few)
and none to go but me.
I now talk to my plants
as I conversed with you.
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Earthly paradise for me was waking up nose to nose, chin to chin or nose to tail with a dog.
Unfortunately, I was brought up with neither dogs nor horses. That, to me, amounts to a Deprived Childhood.
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