sucks to be a stepping stone

There,

a swan census,
in the front
of questions
and the backs
of yards.

I got her,

but I lost her,

so
don’t turn on the light,
but
turn off the tinnier.

The heart needs big opportunities
to arm itself against life,

but certain Sinatra songs
keep on singing.

Huff 

and puff,

but man o man
I can’t get another commercial lick.