of YES
(a poem about yes)
way back when
love was a jar of yes that
never even grazed the bottom
the finite was far from our fingertips
claiming sips gushing and tranquil
with a sea of stop lights all showing green
and eyes caught in the mix with reservoirs to spare
making frivolous wishes and having them granted
choruses of blush all grinning and slanted
mountains of yes and summits of yes
candystores of yes
echoes of years of miles of laughter
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