There is
flashing along the edge of the roof.
It turns colder and so the
mortar is amended to widen
the window.
There is
a young person on the roof
dribbling a soccer ball between their feet
waiting for a doorway to articulate
what comes up.
There is
an elevator between here and the roof
ridden by Dutch girls and painters
puzzling through the jittering clicks
of the block.
There is
one and there are two and there are
flat peaks and steep slopes and there
we find the point and
counterpoint.
Nov 2018