One Shot: Laughing Gravity

He asked me,

why poetry?

I laughed metaphor,

while he answered,

with the sureness of gravity.

I tried word portrait

and he said there's only reality.

Then I smiled, because yes,

reality

but through half-closed eyes

with wishing

and the benefit of the doubt.

He said no, black&white

never changing.

I disagreed, but with

dancing words,

spinning circles of possibility

around his to-do list

and all over his meticulous

calculations.

That's when he smiled,

and took my hand,

and we walked in the rain,

giggling

because who knew that

head in the clouds

and feet on the ground

would make such a

perfect union.

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