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I Thought of You Here (Feb. 1993)

I see you when I close my eyes
I see the sun.
It makes me grin that stupid grin
Like curtains blowing in the wind,
A bag for keeping nothing in,
You know the one.

If I thought about you all the time
I'd burn my brain.
Just climb into my pocket here
Come with me when the weather's clear
The open air is cheap and dear
And knows no pain.

I leaned my back against a rock
You're far away.
It's still here when I've gone home,
Long after sunsets, after poems
Warmth is rock and rock is warm
You're far away.

--Hew Wolff

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