Up in the Trees
On a Monday
When every puddle reveals its filler
Gary and I are waiting
Amid drops on the pavement
With a phone that won’t ring
Where pearls of water will hide me
There are no words
In these reflections, leafless and thrashing
Your absence constrains us
Occasionally flickering among
A delivery that was not Where
Rumblings that shudder
Some job yet to start
We were alone together
When everything goes
Up in the trees
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