Bicycle Day

last time we described the miseries of alphabets

                    leaves burned the edges of the gravel drive down to                                       unmade ungarden of the mad                  speaking in upper case          speaking in lower case                    in the nothing becoming our bodies                                       letters came at us with a sideways smile taking flight down the river of quaking aspens                  we know so little about the world now                                       we need an interface to tell us the world is moon milk spilled on dark grass                    among the trees       this is full of trees and                                        creatures and some rocks     the woods are full to reclaim a certain always something is                    a something or a something                   a bracelet I’m wearing                                       falls off and won’t be found again  Bicycle Day

                                                              woke up today thinking everything rhymes the

                                          smell of coffee and madness in the clouds                     absence becomes presence   epiphanylook under the leaves and you will find me                       a boy sees a wolf step from the woods rhymes                                         with vast light shining on night screens or                                                               water falls as sunning geese on weather                                                                                also got lost in the supermarket                                                                                                    and such rivers of great blue heron you’ve forgotten                                                              forgot to look in the field guide for that                                         radially symmetrical pink wildflower                      got lost watching birds at the feeder all day for what is love but falling                                                                  and a telemarketer calls back again