a couple days past the even night some
warm yawning afternoons we kissed
in molten orange and periwinkle
but then left the fridge cracked too long
and even if the tea is superb the
longing for an empty cup may be
observed why not we have no tribunal
though I long loved the feel of a fine
steel as it slid across the sea with thin
songs and you could grab one at the
department store for laundry if nothing
nicer was near and I moved on to
that fast and far enough and no we’re just
circling the block there’s nothing to see