craning necks and,
yow,
two, two! against a gust of
stones and slippery wet 
grass, driving forward.

we, as this began, write, speak, move silent swift but
no sight of drooling animal in wooded 
calm. only 
oil slick spectrum burst of color and
i always feel lost in familiar places!

wet worms between our teeth but nothing
sates us. inside, 
eggshell pale tiles moving, dancing! all in unison!
it’s all the truth! i waited long, but soon enough 
cold air needled against my face as we ran 
back out to night’s rough canvas.

i was told, as this began, that i don’t care what people think.
but two, two! we moved together and grinned wide,
softly critiquing the low rumble of a can against the ground. 

we’d been told,
you did it wrong, you’re not there yet, 
but ahh, two, two! we were there all along!