There cannot be meaning
Without me ...
The sayer has so little standing
Here,
The reader gets to decide everything
Yet ... there is something said
Beyond what is picked up by ears,
Some leftover that can't defend itself
And lies exposed
To the years and the elements
And will wait it out
Like Gary Cooper
For an appropriate noon
That never existed
Except as it was desired,
A showdown of sorts
Between opposing objects,
Both mute, both translucent
Except as they flare
With light
And wobble slightly.
