They busy themselves with hijinks,
their hopscotch and their stickball,
with heads cocked, always listening
Nice.
Read "City of Imaginary Friends"
They busy themselves with hijinks,
their hopscotch and their stickball,
with heads cocked, always listening
moving line of ants
the sword in the stone
remains still
She wore red
to match the new spot,
we were all bored
with the white ovalness
of last year’s surface fashions.
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
Among the twenty billion stars
that hang like eyes up in the sky
the black hole is a wink.