Have you seen my love? My heart?
It ran away from home last year.
Perhaps you’ve glimpsed it from the highway,
trying to hitchhike a ride to California,
or maybe it was running naked
and giddy through dusk-heavy fields,
trailing kisses through the rows of corn.
If you see it,
would you ask it to come back?
Or would you pluck it up and take it west?
Have you seen my love?
