things are different.

I believe we have so much left to say -
thoughts of this, often.
the careful sight of seeing you
on a street corner and not losing my sanity.

once again, asking for me
to write you a poem and my delivering.

"moments, hours. 

emotions, sensations. 

ideas, actions. 

rain, river. 

wants, needs. 

quiet, expression." 

and you would tell me, this is not a poem,
just words that describe
how the earth is moving.

I would say,

"exactly."