why so distant my dear
i sit down and you stand up
with your eyes fixed outside the window
looking beyond the black
crows that perch in our fountain
why so quiet, my dear
i pour the tea, and you take your cup
and let its contents flow in a single red stream
(steaming) into the black rubber sleeve
of the garbage disposal
why so still, my dear?
i walk on and you remain
your feet fixed as firmly as Daphne's roots
you caress the green needles of the pine
they fall (extinguished) at your touch.