but now

but now the grasshoppers fly,
and flirt this late midsummer.
and the planes drone high.

and where is the land that i love?
under my feet, for today.

and somewhere, here, i reside
between the false and the true,
between the me and the you,
between the wonder and the why,
and the thunder of the sky.

we waited and we watched and we wizened
to the calamity of our minds.

of our time.

did we lose the essence of we?
by the salt of the sea?

yet our hearts built it all,
tireless.

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