they watch me like i run

lining up the little green houses

you run with

me you there

and me crashing

alongside

there you are

how can you

be here

i wish i was there

want to be

beyond the meadows are

poppies like organs,

and her eyes

where

the meadow breeds bright with crystallized life

smooth as glass

i close my eyes and i see her close her eyes and she sees you.

have you ever seen something so round?

such unknowable round

round like or yet like round or rather yet round like no other round

can i

speak

now?

i am an organ that breathes, and through breathing come closer and closer to speech