miss_fruitbat

( a very rough draft )

of something quite old, actually.

( Nightscope )

I was given
Days on end to listen:
Trees, sparrows, flags,
Their squat shadows
thrown across a concrete floor.
I can't hear them. I'm invisible.

All summer I think of you,
impossibly young, your hands
Longer than mine,
knowing more,
Resting more easily.