from baltimore

[mojgani]

sit and put your feet
barefoot
on the front steps with me
like they were the riverbank,
and the path
the yard the lawn
the whole big wide street of the world
were the river--
there just itching for our golden toes to dip into it
with no home to come back to
cuz it was already looming behind us
sitting like our shoulders
and the warmth that drapes them.
listen to them crickets with me
singing
hoping for an audience.
singing cuz there is.
this is that coat. that coat that coat that coat.
stitched of you and of me.