speak god not in words
and not god.
walk the two of us across a baker’s field,
into the nation of ghosts.
they simmer to
our inner. their conversation
of moonlit
phrases.
leave behind. go where go
can’t matter. leave behind, despite
laughter. how us falling
into a trance and fall
wayward. here, the entirety
of cold tumble.
staggered.
while smiling at sad lakes and visions
from the past. a house of bright
windows. a library
humming with fluorescent light.
a day of kitchen weather. a
roadmap of wrinkles.
