it was the seventh shade of grey
the one that melts
I as you thaw
I thought to take bristle brush
across to wash smooth
but the shade was simpler
it is nine at night
we are clearing
we think on curves and straights
we measure
we try to say the wave
in as few words as possible
lest our vibrations flatten it
we tiptoe in and sift through
a hand
on weaker water we would’ve
stayed separate..... gently
and if we do we trace
