you can’t ponder something poetically
at length, said beth, under her breath
when that something can be googled
in seconds. for my smile i attack her
with a chance gust blowing apart the
venetians & a chance shaft of sun.
one might ponder how this
line of sunlight emphasises
just how close we’ve grown but also
that it’s probably way past 5pm.
o beth i had your eye & your aura
then for barely a second before the
thing about the keys but i swear
there was a big fat dust mote eclipse
orange & blazing between us
you had to have noticed?