Afternoon Notes

A squirrel alone with his thoughts

Spider’s geometry which you might avoid

by rotating your shoulder just so

None of this is meant to be of any consequence

A soreness three quarters up the leg

An engine is more than a mumbling

cutting with a wince into—

Nevermind

Rustling another green nut to the feast

is what matters now

Choosing the most simple

beautiful words

that won’t spoil on the half-day journey to meet you

A leg hair perks the wind

It stands up without shadow

without panic

without ambition

              Unable to be judged by standards of human dignity