we pass a freshlaid
sidewalk, wet cement
for the name-taking.
It is dark and we
are alone but you have
been sad, and that
is not someone
to immortalize.

Let's paint our names,
you say, on some water-tower,
that will be repainted
every seven years.

(did you make this
number up?)

1 comment:

  1. I somniloquized this poem, you plagiarist!