Letras
The hallway counts in odd small steps
The walls agree then change their minds
A list of chores that never speaks
Still every line corrects my spine
A bowl of keys learns quiet weight
A screen goes on without a need
The table sets itself to right
My breathing edits what I read
Keep it even
Even keeps me
The kettle thinks about a song
It doesn't start it doesn't quit
The tidy windows hold a gloss
That wears the face I almost fit
Close to balance
Close then bent
Close to balance
Close then meant
Close to balance
Close then spent
Close to balance
Close then lent
At noon the crosswalk holds its hand
It lets me pass but keeps my name
I answer fine in leveled tone
A softer truth delays the frame
Receipts curl up like tame small waves
A headline smiles then looks away
The pattern asks for one small bow
I give it shape and hide the sway
Close to balance
Almost straight
Close to balance
Learned by weight
Close to balance
Late by eight
Close to balance
Kept innate
Count four then count a missing beat
The floor agrees then moves a seat
I drew a square to hold the day
The edges bowed and stayed that way
The light was kind it matched my face
The margin spoke and changed the place
Even on paper
Odd underneath
Quiet like velvet
Teeth on the sheath
Evening arranges forks in pairs
The clock selects a smaller sound
A photo frame keeps steady light
The room is bright the center down
I practice calm until it fits
The canvas hides a slanted rule
A gentle angle takes the lead
I pass for fine and play the fool
Keep it even
The margin knows
Even keeps me
It never shows
Call close to balance
Resp closer than seen
Call close to balance
Resp narrow and clean
Call close to balance
Resp steady but lean
Call close to balance
Resp tilting between
I leave the frame the frame leaves me
What stays in place decides to breathe