i like the way our bellies meet & as always

the solid spike of hipbones       this hold

plugs me to the earth       nothing else

here i’m a bubble of value, brief spindrift

you’re circling under the park lamplight

caught in a micro-dance

i’m a doctor of paying attention, a hidden camera

pub sounds blossom the blossoms our friends

then he made a fold in the timeline of the poem

dreams of getting back into paper planes &

there are cows across the river

one the colour of a hippo

with a vengeance