40: Left Over

The remains have sat out;

all grown

up now in

the morning

when I tell

this story

I am worried

you will find me

in yourself

and you will know me

to have become one

of the boxes for these words

are all so tired and used in every race, for every sex:

I am the man you love and you are the man;

love must always bloom, the same blossom: is not the same flower -

what I can make that is new for you, now, as you rise;

should we order something that matters more than all of this

your hands have made