In the Gears

We were there
on either side of history
as if anyone cared
one way or another
tripped up by
ambitions we never had
losing the same things over
again
striding & heartshaped & bent diagonal
violet grains of flame (w/all
vaporous tunings

the plumes

certain words, footsteps

that much closer
for all I know
& not much more

squirreled away in the green ruins
of some future we ducked out on
in a past life we can’t even remember