Susan Daniels Poetry

there is love
we cross oceans or continents
to meet, finally

& love we stumble over
sleeping in doorways
comfortable, familiar

the magic in it is not so much
where it is found, or how
but where we let it lead

& wherever that is
i want to go there with you

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