I find
two ears
go like tom toms with derelict spaces
a sound of subdivision
in the division in
if afraid to fight boys / if afraid to die
But remember
its organization on the curb
the prairie scurrying under the bed
the antiquities of the neighbors discovered
as if the difference were interval
alone
now hear this go outside
the possibilities pile
clink in my pocket
walk the grid of the marsh
tufted with froth
static left in the endocrine specimens
dropped along Crow Transit Road
what I walked back some years
in the world of province
what lives here is how we are alive
can’t be lost and won’t wait up
a natural function like saying
indeed I do
or John, where you been, or
we seek to look through
*nbsp;the light that has lighted
the only entrance to the building