led blind through fields,
soft seared footprints
fade down to
bent stems, folding back
into the sky.

ridges, across the inlet,
spell out acres
we could run away to;

but, don't move.

here, in this instant,
light shines clusters over
our bodies; forgotten problems
i would hope to dream and
dissipate and wake
next to you.
could
i

be what you want?

'cause
you're all
my eyes have
been seeking out,
lately,
intently,
on all streets,
all buildings
and bars,
in small hope that,
some night or
day soon,
my tired gaze
will catch
yours.