i might

fall for you

as

times new roman

falls off a typewriter

eases itself onto

8x11

how tinsel clouds

relax their shoulders

over the mountaintops

you knew

and your grandpaw knew too

i might rest my head that way on your chest

while the vinyl record needle

trudges through the black snow

crackling underfoot

your heart might sing to my buried ear

something like that

yeah

something like that