How you parade toward invented flowers
and scarred knees is wide.
Compare the space between your eyes
to the biggest country ever sold for a penny.
The answer is never eat a turkey without love,
or never bleed incorrectly into warm soup.
Maybe this is not a real séance in the dark,
but it is science without reason.
Partition up a lake.
Piece apart this clever season,
December of a Thousand Light Years!
You are only the conclusion
an impish wine glass that beckons
If we walk toward a new philosophy,
the road can only be divided
by its own gray mystique.
The road is a revolution!
Answer me apart from these geese,
arouse the flowers at my ankles
with more love than archery
could ever replace.
I wanted to know you better
but the hardest thing in life
is learning to listen
to another tree falling from the sky.
I wanted to feel the pain of your pain.
I wanted to
but it is hard to imagine the color gray blushing,
the color gray standing in the doorway.
I’d kiss the lake you fell into.
I’d kiss the collected works
of Lorrie Moore you fell into.
I’d write a poem about your interest in rain.