d - nile

Don't leave
for heavy bound books
provincial boroughs
trunk, shuddering, on top

Or romance
how i too
can feign whimsy
with artful draping

Don't cafe
do holiday
with thigh thick speed
serpent

train ride

Sound without you,
same as with you.

The check, is a tick that we passed in transit.

Solemn, yellow, paused at the window.

I notice, you weave a crescendo on the floor,

and that, in silence
I withdraw

To hum deeply.