Heading Up

a matter of bubbles forming one last rose the walnut losing leaves Kansas here too an invitation to mild regret as if other's choice could set us free back then repairs would be for good clean barely needed the broom every other Sunday on our own it's all time now stars stop at the bright horizon laughing at ambition limits wonder that anyone can read between lines bothers nags the academic framers speak in Russian only to each other I understand it's late the sun barely glows the body process heading up as if beginning permanently waves goodbye as if knowing it has to be