Silver Glass

when we remembered silver glass mind ice and intimate the summer is spent in swimming the rose light plastered in your hair i hold my arms at my side we were building the water all through the spring waiting for the eighth day by their count

the weight of a country walk the october rhythm will surprise us spilling symbols all over the flatland when you told me you could no longer remember my name and i was talking no longer than the rain was no longer falling or the romantic abyss we wanted to avoid