ante meridiem

[Montreal]

you were hidden among the leaves like an 'i spy' brain
teaser,
my little eyes were blind to your warmth and vibrance
and i bit back sixes and sevens,
trying to keep my house of cards from crashing
it's like throwing hammers in a house of plexiglass
they bounce back to meet your waiting fingers
i end up reaping everything i sow
those rotten tomatoes, ankle high corn stalks,
yet you're growing gardens in me by the minute
i am stuck at the crossroad between your palm,
mapping routes from point a to point b,
making schematics for your circuits
to the future and all it holds
i raise this bet, i'm all in
will you fold,
and crunch like leaves beneath my boot