or new as each moment
ho hum ta-da
is always new

I’ve tumbled in storms
of impending you
flamed in flushes

afraid of you all
of a sudden nostalgic for you
the squirrel-tree window

where first I knew you
no cell the same
as any seven years ago

so maybe I never
completely
became you

though I did
feel all new
about two years ago

in the green dress with white dots