what plumbers get from a sink



I read a book of poems

by people I didnít know a single one

first I read the titles

to see if that mayíve jogged something

like jogging through a field

the berries you can smell them

ripe with substance


and you can watch the dotting drops

the insectary of flying forms


what you said

lagging instinctively behind me

what of heaven

you, being a poet I guess too