it takes to wrangle a view of it,
right? Anyway, these miracle seekers
with their pale dander make the regal pillow
setting less elegant and more downy.
Crossing the universe of the city
with a Scientific American tucked under each arm
is a lot like setting up an inflatable pool
on the 5 train, which I never take. I see
what you mean about astronauts
and what it means to them if the sky
is tulip pink at dusk: absolutely nothing!
Why are people always leaving?
Every day I'm alive here on this planet
people come up to me and go.