in our youth, your mom and i
would stay up till dawn
seducing the seasons
to make beautiful and live

then anyone ever a 3-2 count
pregnant with springtime
shorten stroke
quick–

protect.

the dawns become days
and days days eating plain vanilla ice cream
and another day
and another ice cream
& day
& ice cream
&

a popup in the sun
somewhere headed–

where am i
going was stand should
when fail must
cannot

see, fall, and you–
born of beautiful grown of days
scarred of cannot–

turning to
me as anymore
i forget, lost, but
you
here–

today
enjoy your ice cream.

and may come spring you
make beautiful
and live