all the shouted
news finding ways back
to silence
all the shouted
news finding ways back
to silence
though no footfall is
seismic, your being here
is known
surprise—unreeling
tape, rope, or time never
really loops
they’re now stories—rays
without suns—hearts of light
beaming anyway
a dropped Starbucks—
red and green cup crushed, frozen,
spread like a star
some stirred mystery
bubbles through numbers—odd air
erupting inside
walking gingerly
through pigeons, trying not to
spur applauding wings
once again
a shrouded sky—living
inside linen
they say you’re wet
when you’re wet—no use
regretting clothes
making by spending
time and money and desire
until there is none