my disposition changed the subject
there was work to be done after all
as Grace Paley identifies tend as I do to crude optimism anyway
can’t you too render a vision of it not much to speak of when the tally is taken
but all the same never lost in the figuring
out of the room
out of the space
out of the history of potentials never seen
the mind forms tremendous circus tents
trains lumbering along storied each of them full
yet the bend turns the cars rattle on
years pass the landscape of life
find me here
still
I am certain there is something to this