I can't think of you
without trembling:
throat closes
eyes narrow
dreams and wishes
simplify, become
principles not
projects
With you, I could build
that retaining wall
onto the back of the house.
One day, we'd sweat through red clay,
forcing our hand on the earth.
Next day, frame the footing,
pour quick-set concrete.
And then, side by side,
we'd stack the bricks up,
both working to make
one great thing.