Ask Not

Robert Jordan felt life

in the tilt of the earth,

her close-cropped head

like the boulders scattered

on the mountainside.

He got found and lost

under the Spanish moon

and I haunt these dusky

sidewalks searching for him

around the corners of

skinny alleyways.

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