"She listed other people's hobbies as arroyos
while her own had buckled under petty sacrifice.
Marbles that allegedly were lost tried to come home.
Unwrinkled glass conversant with new principles
unties mementos from an honor code.
She tried to be my neighbor when I asked.
This is each one's situation, shared the way we lay down
gravel to comprise a path.
What sort of sandwiches are we to view in code when
anyone who's worked is hungry?
Latitude is scenic but we're new at this.
And latitude is partway bronzed immediately
following the post war news.
Is any kind of wood an armful, any kind of meteor the one
we know.
Remediation is the thing that makes digestion difficult.
New forms of snow distract from settled moments
trying on percentages of reparte.
Parameters used to be free when we were iffy with our lawns.
Someday she'll need me was the lore
and which of us will still be here."