In Season

March 8, 2016
Most of the milky way is dark matter
so Jacob brings home tulips

Marvin Bell is writing poems as a dead man
maybe that’s a good approach

a snail across the sidewalk
a dead bird in the surf

all the generations before me laid to the dirt

Jacob wants me to not notice
the stress on could in

                           we could have kids

              un-resolved stars                un-paired particles

the galaxy is moving at 630 km/hour

he’s hoping it’s too late

Henry Moore, the sculptor, instructs his students
roll it downhill
any piece that falls off
leave behind