How grand you are,
like weather, impossibleto ignore. How precise
you are, like that one bough--
just one--on a cherry tree
about to blossom.
No wonder I wonder
at you when I really pay
attention. I should mention
I think we ought to visit
a bright lake, and splash,
or a cobblestoned alley
where there's a cafe
with cats in the window.
You make me know I
cannot know you completely.
You fascinate, you charm--
like a question so good it's perfect.
hans ostrom 2025
