Is it impetus I want
Dusky workers in yellow jackets,
High-vis on the side of the tracks
As we speed through the E codes to
Mile End’s white, blue, red and black?
Sleepless, I realise: maybe yes,
I love you, but love has proven not enough.
I loved you, but love has proven itself
Conditional, like so many things.
Love hasn’t always justified what it brings.
And we move in patterned dance.
I watch you, watching me, we
Watch everything, so wary. What if we slip!
It’s a peculiar time, this ’30’.
Fingers meet fingers and find a cherry.