Maybe Just

Maybe,
me just,
doing everything right.

Maybe this just,
fine,
those already seen.

Maybe for just,
a long week,
will open up.

Maybe if just,
look to me,
our double can’t subside.

Maybe is just,
time,
to take down honeying.

Maybe more just,
jumping order,
and reliant plunk.

Maybe more just,
doubly bonding,
night-jacket play.

Maybe just,
ice-creamed cones,
satisfied.

Maybe desiring just,
threads,
is warranted.

Maybe needing just,
confidence,
steps after.

Maybe discovering just,
a few delirious,
suffices.

Maybe talking just,
treading,
back-sleeping tigers.

Maybe smoke just,
over there,
see me coming.

Maybe head just,
under here,
listen.

Maybe stay just,
(stay just?),
surrounding.

Maybe ’tis just,
my duration,
a comma-and-carousel.

 

Peek

When fallish
fawning
awakes abruptly

in a summertime slumber
cherish the chance
to feel

incrementally dumber
If Autumn’s color
lightly bleakens

a vivid resolve
in temperature weakens
Alight for lumber

dark bark
naked like you
Resting

warm legged

offfering
kindred solace

All the bitter white
night through