Be The Vine's

Take me with you
so I won’t have to write from such distance again

or resort to sing-song
across the tumultuous blue

then be hedged by silence when
you leave me in your trails,

those dissolving beads and curlicues of sky.

Let’s more often
twine our fingers, be
the vines
guesting into each other’s garden.

(This poem appeared in Acumen)