photographs of noise

well wouldn't you call that
a gentleman's gesture

until you see the other hand
is on his mamma's knee,

lift that and you might take
off mask of security in one

he's only mature down to his baby stomach
which has to stay close to her

scrolled screen
comes to tips of letters topping out
as corolla ridge
clearing imagine I can translate inspiration
in shape spellable still, should be similar by cooperation

sun tea colored deeper
meadow mother taking token's guidance
throws back friend's hair presentable resemblance
by my daughter's hat style for posed supposed girl,

wonder what them two would've been
beyond allowance away from me for funeral
that would've been okay with two year old

but lullaby her name off daytime consistency
inexcused exhausted at heart's sunset
tucking our color into truth reciprocating care