Lots of Life

I am thinking about thinking,

how it goes on when we go out,

turns on when we go under.

Like a rock moving through water,

Creeley says.

When you think

of me, do you think of me?

Will you think of me

at all

when you think of me?

Can I think through

to you?

If I can’t,

what will I do?

What else

do I do?

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