What is This Catch That Calls

​What are the falls that fall
What is this catch that calls
At the corner of a soul
It stands near the window
Lifts its voice like the distant instrument
Of a street musician
And speaks all

It tells my story
It slips
Fading fast from tongue
As breath beyond lung
A universe
That lined us up
Precisely
In thousands of seconds
One after another
Each step taking us closer
To one
Then Another
Closer or further
Still always together
We keep meeting
We keep meeting
In the most recessed spaces places
In the mind
You’re a fleeting floating reeling thought
Spinning like a dancer
Released and caught
On a ledge
On the edge
Lingering lazily on a cool spring evening
While the breeze
Teases me
With your name

Like a violinist playing exquisite
Measures on the corner
Maybe for her dinner
Your name it plays across my thought
Like that
That lone musician
On an mid-may evening
The way the music trails
Just near enough to hear
You are that sound in my ear
The breath in my chest
I need not request
As it is always here.

You are a presence
That I have accepted
You are a presence
That I have accepted
You are a presence.
Charity
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