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