deft dialogue sent me drowning

twirling through insipid infinite

melon mind bloated with

rancid rhetoric i can't seem to retire

/

the immeasurable moments we spend

talking our lives into meaning

/

antique afternoon sun stained your brow

thirteen immediate ways to say you're beautiful

pleasure in pontificating forever

on the mind, outer space, and their sameness

/

the lifetime we'll spend

talking our lives into meaning

every day i sit on the edge of the mountain

waiting for the ground

to rise up beneath my feet


/ jump, girl

the laughter of the children

the blossoms on my zucchini plants

your morning coos and kisses

the sky heavy with imminent rain

our arm-in-arm kneeling

finding hope in all the light places