There were three more dropless skies that I let go
And stood watching before they spread as my eyes once would
Dancing like the sides of a flame they came forth and fell back
The sound of pages flipping on their own,
The sound of your shadow going away,
And sand dunes forming before my door….
And I watched a snail walk down my window pane
Wishing it would go slower and pass my face without looking
And I would let it go too.
