i see you on the overpass:
invisible, i might tree the breeze.
invisible, lovers reveal the wind.
i could fly i could...
love sees beneath the cold
look down. you'll see all the rain in me
just ghosts, just everything
every car
bitter black sorrow
all ink running together
without you beside me i'm tangled
by line by rain and leaf and wind
and invisible ink. just
the black beneath bridges,
secure inside.
i could be spring
but even then you wouldn't see.
birds learn to disappear into the world.
notebooks pour paint
like a high into the night.
overpass spills ink
to purple the blue fingertips
of these low places.
