Wire, Wire, Wire

Wire, wire, wire.
I doze
Some trees grow outwards and inwards
You and I should have visited Acoma, New Mexico that one year
We were diverted from seeing the sand hill cranes
Wire, wire, wire
Frozen arch head space.
It was in those days we counted dead birds in the park
frozen lamp posts in the winter
hazy footsteps excuses to drink wine.
Wire, wire, wire
Looking for hot sauce in the shower
Complaining of aphasia when reading Derrida

I can undo the undone.