I’m packing enough
for the impending flea market
covet an easel? — its smart little body
named after onagers and donkeys, ancestor
of art kept trim.
How have these ligaments
held, for their umbones, each life’s intention
of never letting go?
You have to get ready
for a more complicated life.
You have to tell him the simple things
don’t know how to put their round heads together.
The way the lightning-split
willow was tugged,
wandy and half still alive,
It refused to uncork.
From the table I selected a Big Book:
“The more hopeless he feels, the better.”
Be careful, said the bottle miner,
Don’t let the dirt out —
It holds her eyes in place.
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