Sometimes we are given maps
just a few blue lines
like the veins on our mothers' breasts
Green curves, a lizard
curled in your warm hands
this secret, all we own
Now in my dreams we set out again
towards each other
over the mine fields of this life
breathing the sweet air
For more years than you lived
I have tried to learn the words
the grasses tell each other
on summer nights
guarded by fireflies
as in that Tokyo sunset
when you tied my sash
& ran, though braced, still laughing
through the pyrotechnic flowers
towards happiness
I see you still, waving to me
far across the starfields
You have released the balloons
The ribbons slide from my hair
But I hold your faithful map
to the places of dragons
to that tender lair, the far
mountains, the acres of longing
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