Those are the moments that keep you alive. You whisper to the candle light. You eat cake Beyond a close proximity-- The reservoir bank In the way that age moves on. You are young except for those who are younger Over and over. And to be glued on to each other Both of us like shards awaiting to be glued on, That were not what age enlisted. The planters you refused to receive With tea tree oil and berry currants, The crescent springs you created upon yourself.