out lines

it was so dark that
we had to see by touching
the rough wood-planked floor

***

I see us in lines;
you tend to run straight and I
run like watered paint

seen, sewn

one night I turned green
waiting for attention and
wanting to be seen

***

pull at rich fringes
'til they ring the world you sew
and fray, beat and used

now approaching

we're made for walking;
the farther we go, the more
we learn when to slow