you can’t ponder something poetically

at length, said beth, under her breath

when that something can be googled

in seconds. for my smile i attack her

with a chance gust blowing apart the

venetians & a chance shaft of sun.

one might ponder how this

line of sunlight emphasises

just how close we’ve grown but also

that it’s probably way past 5pm.

o beth i had your eye & your aura

then for barely a second before the

thing about the keys but i swear

there was a big fat dust mote eclipse

orange & blazing between us

you had to have noticed?