Awe for the dead horse trailing the living
and the pink heart escaping the chest
so that I may feel an otherwise
forbidden shame in this sunrise
So that I may sway the velocities
of evanescent increments,
a concept both foreign and not.
I don’t know what is in this
but all of us, and I will never know
the ghosts of departed quantities
as I will never know if you were right
I examine my right big toe
omitting the rest so I tip
confusing the infinite with the rice.
The Judge and I have nothing to judge
but an armful of puppies, easily dealt
to the delta so the sound of my
voice is the proof of the infinitesimal
and the old mill burns and the city fills with smoke
and the last fire sparks with a vestige of the first
Have you considered the correlation
Between immune function and kindness?
There is a man in a tank top knitting a scarf
in this coffee shop in Northampton
In another place they are
Hooking electrodes to couples
Measuring sweat and memories
And its reverberations.
Veterans are walking down this street
With medals and some real flags
And some souvenir flags
There is even a small dog.
One cub scout waves at the sidewalk
A man makes a record with his iPhone
Only during a parade do you wave
At cars driving down the street,
But maybe every day
We should be like, Holy shit a car.