smile.

a mountain range,
vast, imposing in its
cobalt cradle
snowcapped and kissing zeniths;

an oak tree, claws deep
in the breast of the earth,
rock steady

or perhaps,
my great-grandfather
gripping tight the steering wheel
of that great big tractor
tearing along the field
as he yells at Brandon and me
to get off the trailer
before we hurt ourselves–

these things and others
i would compare to my love for you

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