the word is 'yet'
I have not even seen you, lover
And already you scare me. I know,
I know already how the wedding has not been arranged.
How they have lined the aisle— wild flowers, and the bride
Will pick her bouquet as she goes.
And aren’t the crickets pluckier than usual today?
Perhaps the dew was spiked,
Like an anemone.
Or no, a volleyball.
A morningstar.
How many crickets are there in a chirp, then, anyhow?
No, think.
They multiply too fast, it’s not as if–
There’s nothing for it, is there, then.
One night another thing will keep me up.
Maybe the wind
