See, you are another
stranger
today, may I take place
in the palm
fingertips to read
blocky barks
such as dog-
wood is
leaving vagrant bluish tracks
if, look up, you were to
take even space
as you carry
hatred mute
these are the days
of heads-down
time
as if all
about the sky it was meant
to drop on your neck
as if we were
to break skies
indeed, among them, to spread
your blue truant arrival