Oh no, forget it, I have everything I need.
This avenue does not matter more than any other.
Lotta music wherever you go. “Does anybody
need anything?”, a question to kill. Tomorrow
we will see flowers, we will speculate,
weather will appear significant, distance will
expand and elide. Cell growth is a matter of
infinite division. Who says we have to stitch
one minute to the next? If you long to keep
wandering this valley, you’re gonna need
a rich inner life. Summer is over and the coyotes
are on everyone’s mind, yet some piece of me
hangs still under last November’s moon.
I’d been sad and unwell (always rifts,
sickness, and eclipses haul me closer,
every ripple so far rides to the same west).
It was the coldest moon I’d ever seen and
she asked, “Do you want it?” and I said, “Yes.”