The Longest Walkway
You throw your head back. Your red hair flies
in four dimensions, stopping
time for him to see you
Your hands intertwine and
you both laugh that silent
but wholehearted laugh that sucks out all the
oxygen and aches the stomach.
I look up — the moon isn’t full;
branches hatch out its imperfections.
I feel my fist clench a little tighter
because it is cold.