i'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.

Tomorrow will come, dressed in newspaper

balancing a phone book. Tomorrow will come

like a valid point opposing a valid argument.

I walk around the house, turning off lights.

Boys assume they'll outlive their fathers

as lakes freesze, snow appraises the house and turns back.

Look in my eyes: you can see my talent for flagging taxis-

that I'll give a dollar even if the charge was fifty cents.

Tomorrow will wither, will tear a sleeve of thought,

will try to make a pact with your worst mistake.

And if we were younger, we'd wriggle out.

But we lack knapsnacks and a knowledge of getaway paths.

So I'll climb the tree if you climb the tree.

The branches are cold, clothed in snow. But we must climb.

Higher is a hardness when all you see are branches.

- Jeff Latosik.