When we would meet
Daniel looked up again his mind like a bee-hive
"I send my thoughts like satellites
into the orbit of your lives
broad arcs throughout your daily rites
perhaps you'll remember the days
our paths were not distant but near
so near we touched like finger plays
on a wine glass rim, so that its orbit rings in ear.
Or when our laughter bounced like children
on a trampoline with only breath to keep us
from laughing into the vast reaches of heaven
on our moon walk under the deep blue cover plus
speckled night lights. Waiting for the sight
of each return from the journey of night.
Of orbs so wondrous in my view, across Vermont's October sky with you."
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