Turned over
inspected
turned away
Rain
steadily misses
ground
Hands let go
on roads
rising overhead
Two selves meet
in a neutral place
No fault lingers,
no questions rush past answering
there
In quiet distillation,
fragments find their whole
The out-of-reach memory
returns
a passing glance
A whirring ache
Stone lattice edges
frame
farther out
of reach
again
To fend
where fences
surround
windswept opposing steps