The hardest part is the way the knot at the base of the neck tightens.
There’s a whole body here to hold up the head but this time
you are tired and you want to lie down. Never would a gesture

I have a trigger for you, a bus stop, a way out.
I have a gift for you, a list in my hand.
The weather is always accurate because the mind just moves that way.

“We have always been here,” you tell me.
There we were. I am in a cafe
in New York in early spring.