Earth curve

new morning

 

arc of flight’s

white fleshed

 

arrow

 

whimsical

like desire.

 

You talk of love

I listen:

 

love falls short

of destination

 

a journey to

a country

 

which has

no name;

 

net of’ ’being’’

interlocked

 

connection:

arc of flight

 

promises

home.