Half here. Billfold on tablecloth. A bowl of
pink mums. Salt and pepper for a
glass of water.
The sea just filled up with dirt.
My poems did this to me.
The talking shadows of two men in silhouette.
They say:
“We posted better than expected profit in the first quarter”
“Helping lift net income to $4.8 billion.” and
“The Dow closed above 12,800 for the first time.”
(They don’t say:)
“The sun were the sun”
—Debussy, Rachmaninoff, and Berlioz
What do I say?
((I say this.))
