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