Radio Waves

How did Summer
turn so beautiful?
When most my days
I’ve spent only
at the window,
and round me spins
magnetic wheels
with sounds of
radio waves.
And in the wheel
I longed to see
the face of him
who fills my dreams,
though at a distance
always, and always
I cannot reach –
him, who in an instant
knew – that it was me.

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