Eternity goes on for such a long time that nothing can happen to disrupt it

Laughter is encrypted grief, but grief is encrypted laughter, too

Hardly noticed, another apple falls into the yellow grass—an event that changes

              the apple, the tree, the orchard, the grass

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says the word

              “traveler”: gypsy? nomad? salesman or saleswoman? tourist?

              conference-goer? refugee? adventurer? explorer? businessman or

              businesswoman? family member proceeding to an occasion, happy or

              sad?

Now we’re going to go figure

In the city of music stands a fountain of pitches

Was it not as heroic at a very young age to have died as at a very old age to have

              survived

The sun burns every story to a crisp and leaves only a lisp, or lapse, palsy, panic,

              or a princess pointing at something across another now

Thrown onto the land, set loose on the ground, put precipitously in place, a

              person of modern times will have many modern memories—but not just

              those

Why is there no one instead of someone

Watch out, you almost let yourself follow

The sociable book is ample and uninhibited, unashamed of its jolly

              idiosyncrasies, unembarrassed by its infuriated sentimentality—o lucky

              sociable book off the shelf

Distribute, puzzle, soap a rabbit, link anxieties, follow politics, toe snow

Survival can’t wait