Our famous conversations

We need one
of our famous conversations.
The kind that go on tour for years,
keep weaving back in criss-cross mode
dotting all the countryside with one
and two and three night shows,
cracking out their greatest hits
with brand new variations
we'll be bringing up forever
in our shared and secret,
private observations.

Like a living language,
thick with signs and wonder
grown between us, growing
under, growing over. Growing
older. Like the world
sometimes seems to become
a private joke we guilty
share? We who know. Except
it isn't funny, though. Just
something unexplainable
to others. We need one
of those. I mean, I know,
we've had a few - and this
is what it's grown into. Let's

just talk, then. It's not
the kind of thing that ever goes
to plan.

It's bound to, though.