there is no stretch to which my arms would not try in the least to reach
there is no possible teacher to me that astounds any transducer
outside of the sound of you
a frequent familiarity, a wave to me
a ‘just you & me’
there are no amount of words to pull together here
the’re no words here outside of
the fun of you Bruce
and i get it
and i laugh right there alongside

~ Dec/08 ~