You first

I touch my own lips cold
like a river stone
a single note
standing out there
drinking in the vacuum.

Even prisons must dream
of origami walls
folded onto one another
till time served, and all that’s left
is surely not this crane.

Each mountaintop is crooked,
but you can’t beat the view.

Everything you cherish will fade;
the trick is:
You first and
please be brave.