water towers

water towers

corns overhead, now the mimosas
an upright display, like with perk, hot-pink
in humid midsummer, she says they draw ants.

i draw a sketch of the two of us swimming
nekked. i connive pain again, this time
using laughter.

its hay time. we pull over for the trucks wide-
loaded with bales, singing a song we hate
so much our voices actually harmonize.

'she is sand in yr shoe,' became a refrain

everyone privately broke down to beautiful

physics; poof! goes the Tower, and it all is.