seventh-floor view and this
city so like itself so far
from gravity’s promise
simple wish the sun collecting
along my edge shadow suggests
sequence next unavoidable
disaster next secret missive or
chance meeting glancing sidelong
or skyward I am dry-mouthed
and sullen as a child with
eyes open at last wondering
where you are speculating
some kind of smile a touch
a concrete moment guessing
at what you want or what
you’ll say together we know
our untroubled Sound
our day gone to dark and
every truth made of many
small decisions
one and one and one