this is the linger the roam the slow fade of grey matter & all that matters unbalancing the nuance of pause a hyphen that rivals two words like bookends an epigram in the unnamed wind a hologram that holds no color at all this is the leaning barn the steeping tea the aftermath of winter to the juniper forgetting last fall this is the wait the way white clings on oleander its orphaned memories & this this defies the uncoupling this becomes the distance of reach in changing seasons the love of two hands as if they could ever possibly anchor the direction the moon drifts lah 4.18.17 ©