still guessing the hat size you wore
and whether life can be found and grown
from the Microsliding world.
from the inside of shrinking glacier.
and where’s there’s a mountain lion to move
there’s music that could persuade it
To leap the year.
watching hourglass history empty out
through gas masks of little boys that
Looked to shipping lanes of their fathers
To see sunken bottled vices.
translations of flowering mirrors.