Stop signs circum-
navigate my wife I mean
my life I
mean something was scurrying out
back in the alley last night &
I’m sure it was a raccoon
or a coal miner from another era, a Rural Indiana or something or
A call girl with many numbers, digitized Pi because how else
is it spelled? Thrushes fluffing, danced away
from bushes smoked out
with high school communications on high
said The President & The Prime
Minister indivisible but by one & himself
because we are on the brink of something huge
& largely insignificant:
These are days. Remember a sea
of six-year-olds—
Remember your spoon, your coffee cup,
your curlicue.
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