179.
Penny rolling down an inclined plane
or planet on its roll around a
flaming doubt
I knew you when you were my mind
before
no one took but everybody takes
cleared a forest to liberate the moon
beautiful astronomy before numbers
were invented
one day there was nothing left to
count
could you catch it from the bite of
an idea
there are no comparisons or only one
paper doesn’t drink up the way it
used to
one mind shadows another
wake up some morning and think with
me.
180.
Trace the themes that wind the fugue
deep undergrowth this year in aspen
grove
all lines lead back onto your hand
line of fate line of wheat
how many kids all the disasters of
love
scribbled on the palm grey clouds
coming
woodland cabin of the arbiter of
dreams
where the bishop of permissions was conceived
it’s all a merry-go-round some horses
go up and down their poles
some horses just as beautiful
understand to stand
harnessed in pretty glass rubies of
samsara
all the love you give comes back to
you.
