He’s Getting On

My good side. A side of asides, flecks 

Of accidental impressions I keep 

To myself. I keep to myself as these

Faint quaint incidental quinine blocking

Parasites parasailing into my 

Orbit for now I recognize how simply

A moment can trespass and become

A near belief held quietly intact 

As if forging perfectly a signature 

Attributed to and owned as postponed

Wisdom let’s say for the sake of naming

Claiming thus set up for permanence

As though the person had entered my room

And thought to bloom there unfazed untended