Suppose the items you left behind were put on display. Texture and touch concealed by glass. Images of you and others framed and hung up…

Like falling while seated: hoping in unfair rails or else not taking me to you. Due either to contrition or to stability. But do you…

I peered through the window And watched her below She sat on the floor of the shower Not aware of the hour On this night…

only the tongue did not freeze a soft death so back to different climates possible but lost in the clear embarrassment stubborn clumsy aware  …

“Does the eagle know what is in the pit? Or wilt thou go ask the mole: Can wisdom be put in a silver rod? Or…

You asked me what had happened and then where we were going. I told you at this point that there was nothing left to do…