a series of panes

placed one by one

until

it became less about the hills

then

an inaudible pause

textually

next to nothing

and there

i imagined the day

like the smallest stones beneath bare feet

he would look

and look back

left

across my cheek

not unlike a cube of semi-soft cheese

i felt a falling short;
a hurled distance

storm clouds arrived on the nearer horizon

and they flew

in with the rains

in front of the wind

and we departed

to

here

from

some

other

here

on

mute

lesser tune

they no longer live here

nearer the door

before you leave

from the viewing wall

variations in form

variations in formality