O tranquility, your presence
symbolizes conquest that feels great.

You hate closed doors but like
to close them.

Conquest in your wake gathers late,
You laugh and put me in your head.

You imitate the inflection
rather than the sound of local slippery

conditions. Your victims cohere intermittently
as victims
Of deceptive simplicity
within love’s presence as well as the weather, the weather man.