by Matthew Kenneth Kosak
(In A scene from a story..)
..And soon the exchanges
that were once so difficult,
so fraught with the potential for mistake and error,
(the meeting of their performance)
is no longer a thing of words.
Not even for the nameless things that slip meaningless,
From what matters most.
They are all presaged
by her entry through the door,
as she brings these contracts,
how quickly conventions fall away.
The page dissolves,
and the letters float freely into the sky.