Victor says, I love this time of day.
This is when I say, Never want to die,
want to be here forever.
O maybe it will be possible, in the shaggy heads of trees
that barely felt us walking beneath them.
Maybe the corners we turned so often
the broken pavements
cracks & signatures
Daniel Lozano 1962
continue to hold us all –
days we walked through thoughtlessly
forgetting to turn our heads
to the vine finally making it over the fence
dangling blossom
orange cup of joy
ephemeral as we were
here
imagining our deep root