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dangle, 

sway in the sideyard 

             here: smiles for the bored neighbor

and last week’s self

that figured life –would be some way

else by now—snap—

 into sun-catching focus moment

            by moment by the time

it’s over :: smoke lifting from every fire

escape in Brooklyn. warmth only builds,

rises up // shimmy down light

on a loop // the moods and movements

                                   :: repeat ::

            :recapture: recommit to step—

stop. take one, long, uninterrupted sip; break

focus. the light is, always

new and no one ever

moved quite like 

            this moment does

the bricks back drop

pandemic pop and pent up

patio furniture, damn. 

there is so much

we’d like to touch when

summer comes, and the bulbs strobe

like you again

and again.