Missed Connection Epistle
To the cute girl with the pink-brown bare feet,
Where have you been?
Have you been practicing
your tantric rituals
too close to the Grand Canyon
like you used to,
or,
playing your twelve-string guitar?
I imagine you learning funky, new sounds.
Crap, forgive my wild (and intelligible)
boomeranged-thoughts.
I lost faith in us.
Still, I built a nest in a Banyan tree,
the experience was so earth-ly.
It reminded me of
the way you retracted your words
and laid upon murky terrain.
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