Time tends
but not
to things
like flocks
but to
promising pebbles
bringing baubles
to life
by over
and over
again tumbling
one against
the other
making shine
Left
Another other
like when
what isn’t
and maybe
never was
or ever
will be
the back
of the
bus that
last seat
that’s left
wedged between
Lake (for Silas)
And before
is water
and after
are trees
and under
likely unseen
and atop
float pads
and all
make evening
this lake
Dirt
Imagine tying
two things
together that
while paired
belong apart
like shoes
for example
what then
does one
expect happens
or like
love and
the safety
of security
and how
does one
untie things
when laying
face down
breathing dirt
See
Anything can
and might
and very
often will
if those
eyes which
spy upon
can see
what no
one else
can and
isn’t that
the mystery
of love
