During the break we reached an agreement.
The sun feels being here is enough, organizing
the community, the buildings love it over their walls,
windows and the square vines thickening into tree limbs..
Little sentences with twists look out for new ideas as well as sentences
since a common urgency repairs how we think about the sun at night. Where are we

while little sentences crop up?
How can harness rope go on climbing
vines’ drear canopy? A climb spending dawn
often against any order you keep in your head?