The light came out early this spring,
emerald light cast on our sheets and
eyelids in the early morning, mid-awakening.
I took you where the garden came into its
own conception, the place that the gardeners
had never seen. Societies of
roses and diamonds,
rising from the diastolic earth,
every hour made a new
foxhole for our minds to seek:
empty time between us,
and the calm that
imbues it with infinite spring.
Only words and motions gave away my thoughts, with
you in your autumn dress, that
were heard by us alone.