Because I want to
sit with you we have
the rest of the pleasure
of spurring the flowers

Like we even had to
wrap our bodies round
slender projections
Feeling mostly like
a side stitch as
one rebuffs the mountain
or spurns treads
But I the least

of all am curious
as to where
the track begins
So then is where
our noses turn
up at the spoor
smell that only comes
so far so long

Our joy full
ourselves we accept
the sounds the
temptation to