for everything which is yes

Unbeknownst between,
let us walk as Levin: on
soil fecund with death.

Three drops of water
added to amber, all three
of import, equal.

Lives as different
as yellow and red, two friends
share Malnati’s pie.

Another tail light
sun rolls away. Feels like I’m
forever chasing…

Like a wall spider,
the morning sun climbs the sky,
finding the shadows.

Three years for worse leave
three words for closing. He’s “her
servant forever.”

Weekdays, he must be
coaxed from the closet, afraid
of too much bustle.