When----

Time is paused, the afternoon of a lake in low tide

The sun in siesta casts gray light in plains of sick green

Coffee sits waiting for circles to stir

Away, there is breath of strangers unlikely to sit still

Looking at the sky, speak of sleeping and how one

Alone, is, as if the third person becomes the first; plural becomes

Singular: hours, morning to dining, now coffee creamed

Sugared--- My heart broken and read--- This gift for eyes who yearn

Purpose in sun lands. To sit the green through the fog coming---This

Between seconds and thoughts, laughter, the why’s of here and then

Somewhere wooed by woes, inked by edges crooked into straightening

The steady dripping of space allotted for love or be loved? Questions

The slow burning of yellowed leaves--- A glance to the sides of boxes---

The rain comes in mist kept private by this silence. Like this unsilence

Of scratched ink refusing to bleed steady like dripping water

Done: Who is, Who is the water asks, What is, What then

Hipster--- Counted by “Ting”: Like my own cliché bell laugh

With sunshine’s exasperation

Loose laces--- “Not the first”--- The first to answer perfect and accept

----Tweeting, twittering, laughing says You’re good for my soul

8 marks, scars the body, how 8 smiles to dance eternity

Now, here, what was choking the mist has passed

Staring at hair, knowing it’s too long, wanting to stroke

Today, not cold---Sleep is

October and November is leave-taking. It will take time. Calm, there

Is calmness--- Still---Even the feet’s tapping is not anxious

To be in strings, one here, one here beside one---Peace, this quaintness

To find a shooting star that lasts This calm? Nods the sunshine

Like blue--- Detested--- black and red together--- Detested----

Sunshine becomes a friend