do not go back
or gather stones
or take up slack
not to remember
when
dropping pebbles into gutters
is all the wrong was dealt.
To think on it
I hang out your window,
and when the long shadows have reached the shore,
find myself exploring paths traced with only a gaze,
that direction opposite one's feet.
It may go on like this.
Adventures robbed with
It may go on like this.
Adventures robbed with
No explanations to questions never asked,
anything to halt that sinking.
August finds me a mermaid,
surviving
on cicadas and sunlight.
on cicadas and sunlight.
on cicadas and sunlight.
