Poem 20150927

we wait for you
only a glimpse captured
so far
while walking the dog
and we had to dare traffic
walk into the street
and peer around a tree
to see a sliver of
painted red like it’s date night

only an hour left
before you begin to recede
and you’re not high enough
to see
and my binoculars
are no better than
regular eyes
until you cooperate