The Soul-Filled Marriage

They were supposed
     to marry
touch apples
  in an orchard together
         look out
    upon
   a North Eastern sea
     the one
that brought so many
  power-hungry heathens
to
  this land

We were
   supposed
           to marry
touch apples
   in the Fall   together
      something
      hiding
  in our hearts
where
    we lived in different
  parts
of   the crusty Empire City
  at contrasting and
  overlapping points
                  in the future

We were supposed to
     eat
  chips and salsa together
laugh at
     small things
  look out
      on
  green pastures
     and    blue skies
   torn   apart
 by
the fingers of oak trees
       and      yea
  fall down    from
        our egos
 like the old ploughworker’s
   handiwork in the   field
  to
feed
  the souls and
           the soul-filled life
   we abandoned

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