Till it stops

Water reflecting light

like growing scabs

I question whether

she’s a peach with freckles

or freckled with peaches

that swallow her until

a pit is reached

with dangling feet

above a summer dress

and the ocean that

pulls in her breath

for what could be a tsunami

on another day

but instead is just her pausing

for a wave of laughter

when she notices me

looking at her

and I look elsewhere

and so does she

though I can still

hear her here

*

Buildings skewer the sky

to be the last

to catch the sun

before it collapses

like the concrete will in time

or maybe just

tomorrow when

the buildings are the first to find out

there is more to catch

with the burden of yesterday

and the unreadiness of today

and the deepening tomorrow

tomorrow tomorrow

tomorrow tomorrow

till it stops

with the sun still setting

till it stops

with another sun dribbling over

another planet for another building

till it stops

and till there is

the start of

no nothing

no never

*

You’re just a stranger

now

so why do you mean

so much so close?