here is where the lake is
there used to be a spot here
& there & there & there
a secret moment to close
my eyes hold for seven
six five I’m whispering
from the top I’m just so
alive I miss living
surroundedxxxxxmountains
painted gently
just along the horizon
laughter breathing sunlight
cinnamon ricochet warm
laundry you you you you
a bird & another one
a scythe to wrack the field
clean & candid
chest burning as though
mourningxxxxxxdoves
nesting here & here & here
next to the other spot
next to the billionth smoke
shop next to the old lot
I won’t abandon hope
for a community garden
the visions I enter ground
up to a fine dust
a house sparrow & another
salt batteries playing cards
the sorrow of a junk drawer
waiting to hear the metal click
a want becomes a need