You make the better elephant and the wetter waterfall.
We forgot to picnic beneath the pines and above.
I’d be your sewn-on button. I’d be your 8 p.m. start.
We said monoculture and it turned out to be the word
we meant. What a big I you have, what a beguiling I.
The most money we’ve held in our hands wasn’t ours.
The biggest breath you’ve held made no inner ice storm.
I’ve wondered about the field we cleared of rocks.
You say you never want to stop growing but I can’t
imagine you any taller. To do just once what a kernel
does, en route to becoming popcorn. Trick of the self.