Teach me how to kill
time or joy, but not both

the fog reflected in the pond
looks brighter

I read Nerval way too late
& love how he believes in god

because his friends want
to hear him talk

When you see my death, will you tell me?
Hold the envelope up
to the light? Middle school, beautiful
anger, tiny wind in the mouth
of a rabbit. Three vultures on the roof

one with a foot
in the chimney. The ash
of little answers
I brush out in the spring
like your hair

I sneezed so hard I heard it in the guitar
Spring feinted & summer came in
From the left, hinted at only
By condensation dripping from my old car
Who has wisdom
Is it the nuthatch
Up to six eggs now in her wateringcan nest
Who has wisdom
Is it the string instruments
Making good
Use of their f holes
Who has wisdom
Is it the poets (no)
Who though
Is it all the finance guys
Who will retire & die
Unguillotined
Is it the lovers
Playing board games together
The weavers
Assembling memory
From bright twine
For an early computer
On a spaceship
Parts of which are still on the moon
Is it the moon
Is it two gold doubloons
Is it philosophical
Nominalism
Who has wisdom
Anybody