Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

a travelogue

appropriate measures were taken
she had stars as buttons on her jumper
sentient beings winding prettily
through redwoods, rivers, quaint
matinees that last into the evening.

can it be learned?

it was everywhere like rain

suspended mid-drop, verticality

crossing to suspend safely

or horizontally by giving
the illusion of full contact and sturdy
engineering. what we don't know.
fallen indiscriminately
tremendously on the street corner
engines roaring in falsetto

is repetition the flesh of experience?

the tracks extend beyond the tether
of our behavior, analyzed like rose
bushes under artificial circumstances.
many elements were strategically
placed at close range but that doesn't
mean we used them strategically. advantage
hovers like an air.