the luck of gold suns bending
light (sank low even) but easier
to wait in this

for
m
s

wrapped and
discarded
motioned helpless
in di(stress)
but scarlet
still

silver rings
smooth
fingers finding
things
kisses at night
under street
lights
drunks
(s)hit
i lost
it

you were
there

and

introduced that garden
of innumerable loves
to me once again
where so many good
things

g
r
o
w

until they’re old
enough to leave
and are gone
again
far away
from here
but closer to
there
closer to that

a luv re
(moved)