clouds stopping sun

we all just

got here

but stay a while

with me so

i can start to

know where i want

to want and with

who

which may include you

if you give me the time

to show you me

how i’m like we

just getting here

hoping for a there there

and a here here

with you

*

bits of light bite into

me while caught against

the barking yellow wave

of summer that is piss

and too cowardly

to leave me and let night

come like stumbling words

at a bar said to a woman

who wants a drink

and not a poet

who tells her that

she’s a poem

an overwhelming beauty

in the right light

with the bright night

like a text against a page

not written yet but here’s a pen

and here’s a napkin

and where’s the number

the word count that will waste

my time with yours

until you leave to leave

someplace else

some other time

when the sun has hid

into bits