I might have gotten a little hot, too hot, I’m sorry,
it was the wind and there was nowhere left to go.
You asked me Okay? and I wasn’t going to answer but
the word was so plump with irony it was difficult
not to poke it
so sorry. There were clouds in my head.
But it’s raining, it’s better now, the daisies
have closed up their little yellow arms over their heads
and are sleeping and dreaming of dew and the rough
flat heaviness of sidewalks—have I convinced you?
I have convinced you—
got a little hot so turned down my collar,
let the breeze kiss me,
let the flood of air put its hands around my neck