When I look up and try to speak the shifting world wakes me
At the table - in a field
no
a parking lot - two tables
one crowded
I tessellate leaves
alone
as they discuss - climbing
Mt. Everest
At least one - a man
I wanted something of
Desperately -
The second - the one
about airports - I help
a woman
alone with a stroller
That I dream in fragments
and that they connect
across seasons -
Dreamt the first half
a year ago - the part
where
I run off with the man
He sings to me as we go
And at the airport - I am
detained - trapped
on the escalator
by a woman with a stroller
It is hard to know where
the table fits
in the narrative - or where
Everest aligns
I fix my car and drive from them
when was the car broken
hovers - a future question
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