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Photography by Joseph Brannan

Love, we have one life together-
Two short months among the oaks in summer.
Butterflies want to tell me your secrets,
Bumblebees dance to usher autumn in.

Love, like hanging laundry, takes time and patience,
And patiently from a shadow’s shrinking solstice
My body clambers like a posy towards your sunny body.
Like a gaucho, I long for your South.

Penurious and stony, I am a vigilant beggared,
I make enough money for pen and paper.
Your love’s enough to earn a living.

Your lips are all the riches I need-
Your kiss, the intoxicant life-force
That keeps a simple man in motion.