Quick Walk to Figure Out Everything

Each boxwood shrub and stoop gnome, check dazed like us and glistening

Low mousy light of a droneless sky musk of steam off the kettle bog, check between these soundless rains

No stone cried out in my direction No tongue of flame fluttered then came to rest

Yesterday the neighbors picnicked in their own patchy yard, right near the street Esme repeating Assis, petit whenever their toddler son sputniked towards the sidewalk

She couldn’t speak without losing her breath when we first moved in next door

When I realized you knew what you wanted he was just holding up his head