We're on concrete while the trees let go around us
The puppies visit us and they go home to watch the news
The scent of macho sports dad-isms faintly murmurs
But the light that proves love is real is louder
When it burns past these trees
I don't want anyone on my lawn either
I don't want to own anything
I only ache to be safe and understand safe
If you're with me, come sit and share
Let's fumble amidst words that barely point to the holy moon
I can't hear silence through thе body alarms
Of possible pained predator pеrsistence
Closing in
It's always a nice day when we can be nice together