One Crossing

Our house,
from across the creek,
looks like a fantasy,

one window lit
beneath a streak
of yellow sunset. I want

to live there,
inside my own life,
unnamable longing,

so quiet,
your hand in mine,
the leaves

now gold, a tunnel
home, the shape
of evening.

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