L comes over & we walk turns around the block—
this is what we’re allowed.
A cardinal appearing, flash of red—
(something she says? How beautiful?)—
(something she says? How beautiful?)—
& this is what beauty is for—
a trap to make us stay.
a trap to make us stay.
We leave a mess, don’t we.
I repeat her words & it feels
almost like fluency, like belief, almost,
almost like fluency, like belief, almost,
almost like love. We’re still alive
here. We live on the ground.
here. We live on the ground.
On the ground, mostly.
Read on . . .