You are everywhere,
You are everyone,
You think that we’re done.
I’m perpendicularly late,
shadows leak from our trees,
off into your laps, heads up.
The responding bird is in hiding,
Your secret shivers to stroke the lute,
You must stop your stubbornly rectangular thoughts.
How I met him,
How we hold things together,
You’re too subjective to acknowledge it.
Now, admire the elongated raindrops on sill,
and don’t show your teeth to disagreements.