Okay, this hill, hollowed out I’m sure, held,
till it swept out its mouth, insignificant, slight,
synchronized little gentleman, antler-
felted, long moss lifting borders right
from between next Summer’s hit top 40
& 3 bits repeating imagery:
The tortoise
The hornet
The acrobat
The mime
It almost all adds up.
Don’t try to fix the count.
Road work lasts just long enough to figure
out, or get ahead of the word you held,
knew, refused, met overhead, river-swept,
refused, met under canopies, stars, hex-
agonal enclosures of all kinds till next
time trapeze-clung aloft, grudge-held cleaved we
can figure out a way around the windshield,
into our selfsame breath-whittled canyons