Love is a Place

There’s spring in the air
They’re sweeping the streets
Wind is a breeze
The sun becomes her, he agrees

What’s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passageways to windows that don’t close

Where do you live?
Love is a place
Where are you from?
She says ask yourself, ask anyone

What’s holding up her face?
Nothing but blue skies
Passageways the mind’s eye contemplates

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About Joel Crary

Joel Crary is a 30'ish 21st century writer living in Vancouver, British Columbia. He enjoys films, mostly. View all posts by Joel Crary

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