Footsteps sitting on the stoop
Watching each other
The garden bed matches her dress
And the wall matches her dog
Colloquially potted, the banter is a time forest
Sightless, by their own dust
Finds an imp at its end
I mailed him to us
In an envelope
Sealed with sounds like public park’s
Improbable danger held softly
In works and days of hands
Inside of that beating flight,
A chime rhymes the wind
Slow behind a tumbling flower sound
Beneath jet fuel innards
Of a cloud
Every leaf is a black hole
See more than
Blushing grass
Under the step you take