daywash

around every corner
this blasphemous day
disappears before forever
comes to dismantle
its secret hollows

we lay down on the concrete
stare at the darkening sky
and whisper the symptoms
of remembering flight from
our flightless station

love, in fact, imbues time
with its due dimension
saturates summer days
and distends them without
discretion

we go around in this light
like living on a ship
where something loved
has been thrown overboard
and see its absence as
clearly as itself

bring me a long rope
to haul in the shadows
of all that i've shed on
these seas and a shovel
to erase the decks