of lives I remember three

1) the time I was
so small
It hurt to think
of a life and a largeness
beyond my bed,
me, blinking in the darkness
at the shadows

2) that day I left home
for the hazy corona above
the prairie horizon
from the ephemeral to an apartment
from the gibberish of young man talk
to the seeded and sown
speech grown hearty
with architecture all its own

3) the day I met you
I let it all fall to the streets
my clothes, my undergarments
you ascended the asphalt ladder
and I followed,
leaving behind rules
and the breaking of rules