Fake Book

Rumors of notes
divided up—a settlement
made behind closed trap

doors. Illegal bindings
can lead to the tightest bonds
and rhythm section. Whatever

you call it—maybe true
love—spills forth
where the mapping leaves off.

If You Please

Regrets only
raise the lower
tree line equally. Bottom
leaves hidden from sunlight, they die 

at the same rate. If I succeed
in not showing up
for another family pageant to appear
before you a doom 

eager stranger mouthing
simple questions
about your coniferous forest,
I just might dig up my balance 

beam in this black dirt.
Just might please the wind
to respond through your branches overnight.