if i was sound asleep
when
you called me
i’d miss the chance
to say i’m
sleeping

hard pressed moments
stolen
from a cuckoo bird
is what we share
yet we are growing
up together
whether
we’re apart or not
i’ve never wondered
why we keep it rolling

seems like boot lace lovers we
will zig and
zag our way around to
eyelet twenty-three
then
get so tangled
tied in knots
absurdly happy for a while
you and me