One turns over
We hold ourselves responsible
“feeling sorry,” feelings
We
The gutters and the buildings
The message
The dampness attached to this story
I wouldn’t like to write
A narrative is a word
But this is a collection of instances
Interested souls, the measuring cup the length of a stick
Sickness and in good health
Absorption, a pleasant space
Rains here in May
Letters to friends and then there are the friends, Saturday I arrive into Canada
Sunday
Trace copy, insert a space, turning the page my concentration
Bends, grateful.