no

aren’t there better ways to better aren’t

to allow us to move into and out of us

as we come to know unknowing

as we repeat to repeat to

as we crave the attempt of sussing something out of this nothing

that has crawled among the gap of our elbows

where we were the only ones who felt feeling there

a laughter at first that could deny endings

a fall from above that could make alien’s jealous and angel’s angry

for you remain atop

telling me to stop tickling for there is the sun blushing a setting

that is reserved for wet kissing meant to extinguish the burning inside

until the autumn flashes red leaving

to warn of the trail to winter where so much is lost

including the first snowfall that will melt

on the bed of grass of our dying bodies

and the transient beauty always there

*

a leaf lands on the water

rippling to the city on the other side

a message that it was

and that even the sky wishes it could swim

in something less blue