Bricklayer

[the mingo]

shadows & light
make up everything
there were many such suches
and I sent them to her
she took them apart
brick by brick or would hide behind each
sometimes she would send
something back from her own dreams
a below a between a last
or each
mades & ends & many
or few
I thought of all her motions
how her eyelids would move
or her lips in speaking
such are the kingdoms
and the dust at our bidding

[stilltrucking]

Zlatko would have loved that poem

[dadio]

and so would ee cummings..AND ME TOO