Tell me
something I don’t
know & we’ll
let it go at
that thinking
as the
reflection lays flat
by merely
looking up
we may be just
that
far gone &
described
even the long
way round
Sometimes we
drift like this
gathering what
others have
let fall whispering
like a
20 dollar bill
across the counter
from one hand to
another
if you think
that way
the one with the
floral design
& secret
compartment
a system of
ropes and pulleys
with which to
orchestrate the
evening tide as
we should either
hitch that mule
up or turn him
out to pasture
rather than haul
it all back to a
place that possibly
exists only in
the mind
A page torn from
one Homeric
hymn deserves
another but
you can burn out
the clutch that way
speed-shifting
from cypress to starfish
& back again
That blue
sparkle on the water
looks as though
it’s been spot-welded
to a piece of
sheet-metal
& it’s a
brand new day
