Jo
I think I could walk
through the simmering sand
if I held your hand.
I think I could swim
the skin shivering sea
if you would accompany me.
And run on rugged windy heights,
climb rugged rocks
and walk on air.
I think I could do anything at all,
if you were here.
Karla Kuskin
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