OUT OF LEAVES

in sat
a circle

a circle
our own soles

we would
create lift
and scratch the dirt
of each other

over and over and over and over and over and over

and trick light
hare-shaped

and branch rearrange
and move unmistakable
disappearing
dim

on the phone your static (here paraphrased)—
edited—
intertwined—
with
with
with

tangled with
with
with

hair with
the index finger
twirling

baton smile
high high up in the air
before the falling point, before
the point comes
when the mind and the muscles
decide to catch it

i am shaking you like wind and passing through—
get up get up get up

we have to go
and look

take your hands away

we have to go
and catch it