The wind blows, she watches you move. You think
you hear her say something, You ask her, What?
Nothing, she says. You ask why she says that.
She asks what you would like her to say.
Laughs, like song heard nine seasons ago, you say.
Was it a love song? she wants to know.
No, you tell her, it wasn’t a love song.
What other songs are there? Reply, you don’t know.
She laughs again. You hum along, ask her name.