we can wing,
you can bring your lover,
to hop across delicate
stones toward those restful
trees.
thoughtful walks
and quiet wantings
have the branches singing
and leaving us upon this
collapsing star.
you were soft when
i met you, darkness
thus removed and
the white dishonesty of it
all churned to foam.
what is the size of
air, or the length of loss
when you get right...
