Kadesh

What might we share?
Except for some source of light
And the cello muse
I won’t pretend to know

Though

I like soft things
You like the edge
I’m drawn to abbeys
You’re from the deep

I flirt with irreverence
You respect me
So maybe we could stand
A day or year

A treaty, here

Find peace
Decide
Praise The Rock from which The Water flows
Not far from Jordan

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