and as the cats meowed
far past late
the wider, the wider we grow
to a big puddle of things
and such things that rust by the damp.
sit, sat wisely, placed in.
leaving headlights on the left
driving pennyless to some sea, of a name we didn’t know.
you let your big toe get flooded
in between, as if in between the sand-
mann wont get there. laughs
and more of the cold air kept us almost too close.