at the end of the fingertip lies space /
your hand in my hand, turning coins /
know not well how effort closes tight before borders /
today half-off only for there’s no tomorrow /
and the hours sent upwards for time’s royalty /
should you ever wander onto the subway tracks /
I will be still and able to stare through the two-levels /
over the by-pass and the world’s hunch /
knowing you knew enough centuries /
to unpin this moment and make new /
to say “ever” first again /
only you gone proving history wrong alone (as one)
Categories