{(((<>)))}

Wind chimes in the hills
torches of slowly
expanding neighborhood
in digital velvet, circuits riveted
to the noosphere's underbelly
I fell--you put on an extra bracelet
or took one off--deliberately
into the peaking azaleas.

You arrived a strong vision, and departed
an even stronger one, the playgrounds
felt your chainlink tracing fingers
the swings still pendulum leather
and I remain on the porch, waiting
for your form's imprint
to leave this fever and make a basket
that tows me finally outward into sleep.