another
season of last seconds. another inner reason. another passage, along a path,
coloring triangles.
over
nectarines, knitting a funeral, many will be surprised—a day in metric joys, or
thetic pictures, climbing a balloon.
the
pressure of the party, most pray at Notre Dame, the cathedral is powerful.
water
hits pavement. angry water. loving water. each emotion rumbling water. a
chihuahua is freezing. a cat is shivering, a raccoon watches—hear the hissing,
tripping into padlocks, undressed inside, feeling vulnerable.
the
clouds were parading yesterday. the fret was normal yesterday. the tassel
wiggles today.
days
are art. beauty becomes as beholden. Saigon pressures, Jerusalem faith, Islamic
determination.
to
see clearly, to hear clearly, most are understated, examined by bias, moving
quicker, as water falls.
I
know a silent argument. it’s terribly loud. walls filled with insulation, paint
fading, covered by thoughts.
