think of
syllables like marbles
shaken in a can
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2/14/19: The Heart Wants What It Wants
no engine—one
piano key pinging echoes
off every face
2/13/19: Xeno’s Paradox
mincing steps over
icy sidewalks—never to
arrive
2/12/19: Distractable
humans won’t sink
roots but turn like flowers
to follow sun
2/11/18: Thank You, Stranger
someone here
has eaten a grapefruit and
left its scent for me
2/10/19: Long Winter Walk
wondering which ants—
unlucky in bivouac—
sleep beneath black ice
2/9/19: Sudden Quiet
conversation stills—
in the interim, laughter
someplace distant
