Checkin' things out by the river.
it is the moment you realize everyone and
everything around you
is too loud.
and when you get home
you’ll find your lover has been
cutting animal shapes
out of recycled cardboard again and
the notes on some of them contain
unfinished sentences and
you will not be
surprised
by this.
you asked me once, to look
inside a poem.
and here we are
beside an echo, blue blanket and
bucket of tears.
it goes without saying, whether
you drink
or never drink, the bucket
stays full.
and there–
a hummingbird, not humming.
curious, though. as to why
it’s taken you so long
to appear.