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

the simultaneity of it disintegrates
luscious light against the clapboard
as the night pinks prettily
into its future.

Their bows askew
ask none & none
shall ye receive

perhaps this was the
wrong way to go about things.

all hunched up & nowhere to go.

the mist rose off the pines
& formed its own light

travails rewarded carnivalesque
& the girl jumped out of the box
in one piece again while the
rabbits pirouetted hatless in
front of the infrared cameras

distance disintegrates over
time's tinted intimacy
at arm's length and counting

as if everything would be ok