this is what i do instead

you rush in
just as you rush out
surely you're thinking
what I can't read
(a way to fit on overlook
or a gesture unhappened)
we never went back there
plant a seed
go about humbly
king, queen
pass the starch
for the about face
of butterfly wings
salute unease
with sugar and cream
this quiet lonely
of ships owed treasure
slouching towards
relentless waves
iron lung
not enough
to save breaks
to salvage
an instead
to make rewind
over the breaking
of fancy breads
to amount handovers
with a steady script
to say you don't
count it
in a tightening grip

(September 2011)