so hard at 5.30 she said, heedless from the other side
it was a noisy plateau branches swept astray &
strewn aside by coffee scented fingertips
i felt all of this / mind you

these forays brief as a frozen foods aisle recount
men bustle, former ambassadors
when the seasons align, when we all
rode on a ‘hay bail’    hey now

when the first lamp is punched there’s
a new purpose to loving – ever notice
your wrist for the first time in a while &
get all nostalgic about evolution

fling those sheets & generate
a mantra like alacrity! or something