A little saga
Published in
May 8, 2024
We played that game
Of show and tell
Shirts overhead
And there it is
Three swifts in flight
And a bouquet for me
Art, across his heart
And an owl I nearly didn’t see
Danced out in the dark
And in the small rooms
Shared a sofa
Under the fumes
5am drive through
Dawn-swept streets
Strangers don’t see
Us in the backseat
A collapse of warm bodies
The fall out from the night
We’ll scribble in the margins
Write it down
Don’t let it disappear
At first sight
