They stumble in doorways, knocking over valuables, bursting through fasteners.
They lean across table tops, over solids and liquids. In far off fields, you can spy them pairing up. In swerving curves, they blow indistinguishable wishes into fragile structures, blushing and busted.
We balance hand in hand atop,
From one side steps patience, dressed in a pucker of stems, laced in a tangle of sweaty hair, shaped by afternoon’s undulations.
From the other, roam worthless mutts pressing mangy rumps against apparitions of humility, who snort and scurry…