Loved Poem No. 3
quoting Matt Langley
"set out from color"
but found a boundary
at best, a fallen fence
at worst, weeds grown
at heart,
in our hands
there stood difference
the same under
a dive, a swim,
a pocket full
of flailing house keys
pairs of prankster
car keys we didn't hide
well enough
but we went far
from a certain date,
we may never—
made it
look shiny, past dents
spit and polish,
all the troubles
smearing by
against a fence but maybe
time, no guards to say,
step there, that's
the wrong way
hoarse with certainty
I knew—
I know
but where we started
a shoulder overlooked
the pattern we see,
"set out from color."
