It’s still gnat light over the porch steps. The creak near the front of the board you’d stand on and draw in night had
Once there was an undirected graph an arbiter between earth and sky a happy conflict between the line and none, the back and forth
The window enters Amanda through her eyes, the same window that changes the leaves each day, where finches flit like thoughts tousling her hair,
To live like that, listening as the sudden dive to the bottom and though your mouth longs for a sea death happens wherever water