Love Song for an Elevator

There will be time to lock ourselves on balconies,
To watch the comings of rooftop men who take no notice
Of the predicament between us.
There will be time for you to find a man
In the ripples of black ponds.
A man who is discontent with a sky lacking in supernovas
And leaving basements unexplored.
There will be time for me to ignite elevators with
The promise of coffee taken on Thursday evenings,
And time yet to sit above the city holding some
Bleak and imposing question in my hands.
So let us take this time.
Leave the door locked and be content with a balcony
Of predicaments and adventures which our wider eyed counterparts
Had not the courage to undertake.
Say nothing but "Let there be time" so that I may reply
"We are too extraordinary for such endeavors".

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