if I could squeeze you now
the rain would stop
and we'd sit on a stoop
of a light green lobby
and think nothing
of knowing the language
of birds
we'd write all our letters
before autumn
mail them on time
since we'd gauge
where they're going
oh thou rubber-stamped
stampless and enveloped
a telegram
I tear it open
if you'd be here now
the rain would stop
and I'd tear into you