woman asleep under leaves

room’s soft doors

vague bills

light bells

and you tell me

wait for the radiance

though the heat’s

in my head too late

too sotto voce

for the

girl leaves friend

at bus stop

runs down hill

she’s always

ah↑ ha↓ I dunno

 

so the quilts

the means of time

fold me warm

and mathematical

for what’s this all about but

that everything

so simple counts

 

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