all you little eras

I love all you little eras,
with sticks out of heads
and pointy shoes and party grooves,
and utter, uncomplicated following
quivers of thought, an arrow each,
a reach, a squeak.

The currents of the warrants
and who was being tracked;
get back to where youıre wanted,
go tack on a tributary, lady.

So long, dear,
Itıs been a year but I still
love ya like come,
still love ya, hon,
youıre the one plus one
I always dreamed on--
not just some someone to run
with, but a posi-traction
dual-action, genuine sprite
of a tractor with soul.

 

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