The bar’s busy
Your smile offers
No purchase
I don’t know enough
To fit you in any
Question
Opaque eyes
Slide
Words I didn’t make
Your cheek tenses
The stroking finger
A boat that was a tree
Glides under other trees
From above a crayon
Tracing shapes on glass
I watch the boat
I watch you
There are words
That were conversation
Now just shapes
That define glass
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