13 february

up and then down and there are halos just as craters -- waiting for the matters to even out in an odder sense means the bench is empty and the court is high -- wider than a summer fieldand lighter than the news, all the olds come streaming in and catch feet on the stoop -- watch the line and boil the bread: there are fish tonight -- even as the dark comes up i see the sounds i was hoping for -- leaning away from away and leaning into learning: this is the space i have carved and now i empty even this --