With Your Thoughts
Picnic tables on boardwalk planks
balanced dripped in dewy rapids' crystal,
reminisce in muffled tones, knee
pressed close to forehead; I am alone.
The light of paper-stamp lampshade
barely-dimmed envelopes corner-to-corner
the rambling globetrot shoes' sole, the poise
of pictured urbane with you brought; I am surrounded.