Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)

Come sit at the table
under October’s able skies
once we’d seen eye to eye
I’d known that I’d pass you by and I tried
the bells chime
seven times
completed at nine
the world moves slower I find
No, but I learned of time
by your hands
and in shadow water’s end
I learned not to swim,
but to lie-I
I wait for for mountain
in twenty-two third hour
I insist on doubt
we’re already laying on the grass
the grass