You
iv.
what I like about you is
your not-a-chance
laugh. and the way
you say ten more
minutes.
Checkin' things out by the river.
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.