Out there (rough draft)

Love is on the way  

           from somewhere

  

somewhere beyond

 the city

         past the walls

 

you can’t see

               her coming

 

full of dark summer storms,

              filled with light and attitude

            with insistence and shadows

       

  her long hair once braided, now

    
         knotted and

                tangled

                          with wood smoke.

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