is there an errant pigeon that will start
with the movement?
hasten. the pigeon.
theories of what we’re up to come down
to unfolding maps that have yet to be
it’s the filling-in that inhabits my thoughts.
when I’ve got you, you’re such a map,
opened, it’s all hasten & press-down–
there are more than four.
veinfully able, wind lends a hand
with disarray as in what was
is no longer what’s left.
pressing down. pressing.
as if the pigeon hasn’t a hint of such
it unsteps the afternoon with less than a lot