the walls are the sky are a basin
closer than ocean; the nearest rooftop
evaporates starved for light;

drinks are poured are spilled are drunk
are forgotten; branches broken nest
methodically breasted noise;

the car is a sphinx without answer
without question; the curiosity of a fox
ambled down this walk years ago;

truths are now spiders weight machines
seeds of persimmon; two oarsmen war
over horses north a full mile;

and we hold each other with fingers
and ribs interwoven