We Fill Holes
In the middle of Gambier Ohio I laid down in a field stained blue in light
And thought about boys and girls and everything I wished I’d done, all the Love
I want. People will look anywhere for it and somehow I look in people.
Sometime in there the night fell away and morning broke, sky sweaty
And crackling with airplanes, and I walked Gabe to his shuttle, cried,
Walked Eileen and Selam and Collin to their shuttle, cried, walked
Joseph to his shuttle and walked to the market. There were Amish vendors
In the main square, selling goods. Jam. I think it was warm, sweet jam.
I walked right past it, but looked, searched for a face to break to.
I watched the vendors glance up at the sky, their eyes touching everything.
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