and the things remain
our moments
like the tidiness of a light snow on stone.
It's cleaner clearer when you look at the individual
pieces and this place we've all climbed up on
away from and into
to find something in the corner of a cloud
so beneath you my thought is ourselves
we lay down thrown back on a kiss
but nothing is still nothing
this is a warning
about looking over edges
especially edges
of diving boards
over empty pools
.
