you have yours, i'll have mine

I will hide nothing from you
I will tell you the honest truth like only
I know how

Here on this white I am
Three hundred and sixty degrees made quadrilateral,
Made rectangle white

If you listen close you will despise
From afar I make an altogether
Different sound

If you hear the sound you know
The words, the song, the cry
The hollow and the dry

Call me as you know the sun
Remember me when you see
The moon. The last of night

I remember you close then
Then, all of us are skinned
Knees and concrete conviction

Maybe all of us don’t remember
Well enough to call our own
Maybe we are shared as shapes

Soft, white focus of thick line
I’ll focus as I remember
As I remember the lines

You know the sound of tread
And wheels, asphalt, yellow line
Thick leg in midst of limit

No allowance of time
Can permit shared understanding
You have yours, I’ll have mine