What people said, what left the table dark.
None stayed inside the house, nor close around.
Each direction its direction bound.
Like when you leave the arcing thing to arc.
Like papers gather papers in the park.
We note the wind is what can't hold the ground.
While hearing transfer stations fill with sound.
And let the city alter a remark
a little further from explaining what
was meant. A creak again or just a creak
right then. Like leaning forward on the cart.
A structure falls to stay its every strut.
I'd like to speak. I said I'd like to speak.
And someone sighs, they broke the silent part.
Each H (II)
We are for the park, as we are for
enjoying its proximity to how
enjoying it for itself, as a park, is our
sign we are clearly thinking. On a tangent
as often as of two minds, but
then, perhaps, also another, and yet,
like pillows, I always feel I would be
more, if I could have more, which
makes me ask what gives us
over to giving ourselves, don’t end.
Don’t structure. If structure
is over, we could have had it
done. Like the seriousness become
a better secret as a secret
will gain more for it going on. From it
we would become strangers better
exchanging quarters in
the station, or elevator home to
my interaction with a mother asking her
child a question I happily
answered. We are so happy to know
something. We forget our place. How
winning has more
feeling. Then we count the ways.