[the mind of moss: sitting here by the reflecting pool]
the mind of moss: sitting here by the reflecting pool
hoping our shapes will never change. as if
attention to form will save us from foundering
from cold cereal. and from serious young men
who could forgive our weakening loyalties
water doesn’t hold our place: one day
we set down the long russian novel we’ve been living [writing?]
and the names of the characters blur. the plot
becomes completely twisted: the way we once forgot
the names of the 7 dwarves. also the dog’s birthday also
a luncheon with kind aunt sarah. and when we return
a child has folded the pages into paper sailboats
look: little rudderless skiffs listing and drifting
time to abandon this silly regatta. time to skip stones