The days of my life rain fall like
leaves
at your feet,any
at your feet,
B
thru the space between your head and mine.
We look at each other, then away – you’re
looking
in the distance somewhere, but I’m studying the bark
in the distance somewhere, but I’m studying the bark
of this tree, its whorls and knots as
distinct
as a fingerprint, or so I’m told.I don’t know
as a fingerprint, or so I’m told.
There are too many
variables
to truly know, to really have