A burst of daft tone substitutes timeframes. 
Wait. There’s nothing. A blank referral. 
No tone, no daftness.    
 
And rightly so o I know  
I lower the volume to closest approximate parity   
and we have the yard puffing, bearing poetry sounds..   
 
.. I see your potential; don’t wait, time is temporary; eternity  
Later... it’s not much.  
Get your share,  
knocking any love-moment down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable:  
Some standards.  
Shined asides.   
 
We pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,  
Really a vase,  
 
Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam. Infer  
Poetry goes thru many drafts.