i read the wind with my palm
which has never known a fortune,
watch the scenery explode
into a thousand streaks
of light.

idly i can recall
every instance where you
have made me shiver from
delirious vanity. armed with
this feeling i do strange things
like dance in the garden & sing
to my neighbours. i smile
for no reason at all,
& draw question marks
all over my notes.

i dally over all sorts of possibilities
none of which will ever eventuate;
with you standing there & i
too shy, too afraid
to react.