There is no space so location is guess work.
On the other side of the river there is a land mass before
The next river.
Are we fishing?
Will I lock my hook into your zipper and pull off your dress?
The sadness of your distance is three skips of a rock
Across the water.
I get there smooth as a pebble.
You are the environment I put on the map.
You are the snack stand I would open to support you
With the tourists’ coins.
I am the car that has broken down before your loveliness.