Some landscape October 3

Some landscape some crater
some cribbing some remembering.
any transaction with you will burn me.
maybe I am standing
on soft ground,
the plates are shifting and you are demanding – how much does it cost me to look at you?
to sit with you?
you pull my ears and I hear nothing, TV star dancing at a disco
laughter is an echo,
childhood ambiguous.
why would I risk thinking of summer again,
the glory of dry leaves falling,
the glory of an open window,
waiting for romance, hiding from the rain.