A flock of snowflakes
settles on the pavement
Page after page after page
showdowns, wars, broken glass
Where days ago a stone
burst a bicycle tire, itself
catapulted toward a pub window
Lit up somehow, I want
to skip to the end
bypass hearts in smithereens
Shatterproof, thank God
Bill had just nursed
the last drop of his gin.
Here, he slowmotions.
Through the length and breath and depth
a shimmering steals itself
into places theeming
and sickers deep
He glides over toward the point
Kate made
wades through roughage
Once I saw a women
smacking her child.
The girl grinned.
and pauses under a puff of summer
only to port in her breath.
As the waiter serves the drinks
I was thinking about time
and how you sequence things,
rivers, stones, dogs playing fetch
he spots a big- bellied robin
it all sinks in.
industrial revolutions, brushstrokes.
On the assembly line, one piece after another.
It's in the chest rising and falling
it's in the lines and pores.
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