“Recess”

Anywhere in your line of sight is good. My spirit is a particularly slow liquid. 

I wrote about it before I knew that I was writing about it.

Be still, baby, I'm trying to take a picture of that unwavering hand at these 140 miles an hour.

I’ve been looking out for a green light long enough. A note gets passed over the table:

if you wanted to, you could haunt a good man’s home with all of this, library and all.

If you carve a window to look through the heart,

sometimes, on the other side a song is kneeling in the dirt.