other animals

in a place mossed over Lilith 
Sternin-Crane in a blue teddy 
a moment of stillness almonds 
the sound of gulls again gone from 
my mind the spell broken next door 

still watching that show about angry
people I guess the pen rolls I 
put it back it rolls away mountains sharp 
slippery as serious faces lean 

over balconies and argue 
about justice drains overflow
we won’t know until the apostrophe

little waves of a gently rough 
sea her hands finally on me