North Rim Love Song
Kelly Luce
How I feel about you has nothing to do with love.
The usual things:
Earth. Water. Fire. Breath.
Elemental, capable of creation
and destruction.
How I feel about you is a Chinese finger trap.
a frog in my pocket,
never-ending ice cream cone,
a clock flashing 88:88.
How I feel about you is an exclamation point
on fire,
a shape clouds often take,
place,
precipice,
Right here:
a century plant that blooms every year
to even its own surprise.
A stone at my feet with your coloring,
five million years of evolution
a green curl among charred trunks.
How I feel about you is beyond the horizon,
above the legal limit,
below me:
In your home hangs the idol
to whom you occasionally pray.
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