"We were talking mountains and snowboards
when you said, “I’ll teach you how to fall.”
I said, “I bet you will.”
But my bruises will be half-moons
hanging above cornfields
that grow only crop circles.
You are a mystery I promise I will never try to solve.
What scientist call science I have always called miracle
and since we first met I have said “thank you” so many times
I have watched all of my broken pieces
curling themselves into notes to plant themselves
in the soil of the clarinets on street corners
in the French Quarter
you can find music
in places where you can find air."