did we, 35 years later sitting on the wicker on the porch, change our life? decide   lets be our knowing   that leaky trail to the -   what's the name of those flowers, & why my worry, why, what am I late for?   seconds lost might become your fate ( accidents to love   shift demise to desire   .   how can I make it?   or define the incomprehensible sea of love amongst the motion of its wrecks/ in the depths   to the other side.   .   am I here? Iast night, beautiful light / burst clouds Isaw   on the green who would imagine   our unlikely symbiosis: me with range you with an eye to become a pair.   wild   cranberries, tart in season