Pushed this morning.
He, here a year.
Need to move quicker,
More surgically.
For him. Future, already
Landing. Lowered temps,
From season. Trees tell me
To wait, just as he did.

I want stillness. He wants
More. Who’s more selfish.
Me, obviously. He smiles everything
Away. He’s had a year’s practice.
And he’s an expert.
I’m still learning, behind curve.