observe
a pensive lurching in some direction
and then hurry back as if to erase
that dimension (while if you wait
the wind blows it all back in)
and then hurry back to wait, poised
in some direction as if to point
merely by looking at your own reflection
and wishing fervently
for completion
observe
a sort of poignant thrashing about amid
some nostalgic muck your middle finger
(touché) while (so to speak) if you wait
the wind blows it all back in;
the wind pulls me back on top, the wind thrusts
and parries the wind lurches
pensively I am stuck in the middle
again
observe
I hurry back
as if to erase
the obverse
observe
the handwriting
I don't recognize
that I know must be yours
observe
the ignominy, the middle finger
the point at which
we start or we begin to begin
again
