Call This Hope

The sky has lost its relative elasticity,
meaning it sags,
and they shoot off their guns
because they have them
handy.
I thought, Glue the leaves to
the pavement that is all cracks.
Then I remembered the tree,
linked to the backyard
linked to the orange house
that still can’t get used to
the family dog.
Meaning I threw the glue away.
And went to stand
in the right place and wait.
Yes, your letter did arrive
and it looked like the clock.