Reading from Norton's
That poem you've been
Saving for me under a
Yellow tab. It simmers
While the leaves are shut
And the energy mainlines
Through you until you
Have to ground it in me.
The chattering verse
Slips to the right then up
and catty-corner to where
We were before. Your
Eyes tick up to me to judge
My reaction -- but this song
Moves too rapidly to become
Distracted by others and,
Like a pianist on new music,
Some notes need to be replayed --
The rhythm reëstablished.