Let’s swear love to a song we’ll croon in muted duets when holding hands by melting rivers. Let’s picture cups of steam-plumed tea whirling on all ice saucers that run breaking downstream. The smell of corpsy grass waving its scruffy hair in road's earholes. The metal bird shriek of a factory siren slicing bridge pillars to film-thin concrete coins. Do you know your smile is a good enough reason to think of tomorrow?