What is behind the door but other doors,
one open, where we see a girl and boy,
dust and slanting sun, startled oak trees, deep
forest, river. Change the lock and we’re safe.
Remove windows, stairs, walls. Stars will outgrow
all we love because we set and stars
will always star. They love one another. These
two love each other, the woman and man
fast asleep downstairs between streetcars and
office windows, between sky and pavement,
and we lose them when we look ahead or
back at things outside this world, deep forest,
river. Sleep leaves the impression of words.
Water drips from green moss into a pool.