a round house
in the middle of the
old neighborhood
and there i snapped
music around my head
before leaving
you lived in
a glass cube high
in the trees hidden
from others though
exposed to me and
to you i did climb
always and again
the same is never
the same is never
the same again
and after
we climbed out onto
a limb dangling our
feet over the black
water underneath the
moon and laughed
always and again
the same is never
the same is never
the same again
bhagiti 9.12.07 perrysburg, oh
