Love Poem #1

once there were three. then it was tuesday. birds
in the branches. branches on the tress. we? we
in the river. or yesterday over the phone you
wanted to talk about the future. then for a while
we thought we were horses desperately wanting
our bodies to be useful.

you or i or i and you give each other our hands. and touch each other’s faces.

and then. in that moment as the mayfields reshape
in the wind as the branches re-dress as the lucky clovers
stay hidden between our hooves

we finally understand how much we are loved.

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Sean Cho A. is a visiting professor of instruction at a regional university in the Midwest.