Each of them on a ledge
be backed up, edge to edge
and the elbows
held into the chests
and slowly the breathing
and the bellows of their lungs
quiver. And I too, quiver
in breathing
Following the road goes
wherever the road does
and easing around that corner
together I would beseech her
and think of bellowing but
would not bellow, for know what
doesn't bend, neither grows; so—
So.
