single
With such straight lines Such white white dresses and deep violas
Frightened hiccups horizons, the shortest distance to you
Walls go miles without a corner The sheets will never be friends, storms, folds
My hands can't draw a single number
Deer rise through vertical blades Tall noon grass, falling vines Decide. Hope.
Decide. Good luck,
Good wine. Dogs howling at rush hour Traffic. We are timing ourselves,
Lonely in orange barrels,
Safe in line