on losing ground

a sunlit, corporate terrace
the narrative dance
theater of
well,
sunlit
color

it's about translucency

she reads the book in her head
and we hear it

I roll this trick back
into the wings

I once played a lost boy
and now

supplement for longevity

an awkward party
unfolds on camera
his ques come from
the clouds are for
reading

looking for ecstacy
at the library

and I'm caught
and I'm done when
she's 100% summer