Over a movie theater that is not a house
with all the ticket-holders wearing angelic robes of light

Over the corner store where the man was shot dead
because he had a thirteen-year-old’s nickname

Over reason
Over painting

Over the river that is saying its prayers
which are actually bubbles through hair

Over a desert of feelings
Over a jungle of meanings

We go holding hands

Over budget
Over clover

Over the drowned boy’s last  fish caught

still lying in the bottom of the boat


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