Encompassed

East of the mouth
A supermarket light
The dream
I push you in a cart
And we scream
Children
Our middle-aged bodies
Liven in the dusk

***

The violence of violets
West of the navel
Down south
I’ll find you
All filled up with rain

***

On a train headed north
Among my belongings
A bag of oranges
Heavy in my lap
My gift to you
I’ll eat it all up
Before the grief kicks in