dummy

for Ken Patchen and Jesus

guess where the nutcracker suite is playing Friday
our town hall decorated like socks
so their windows are glazed and

there is no motion in the lake
so wet there is madness in the ducks

so these geese do not fly yet
or me

we’ll all fly later

much later

we have no abilities to talk about
that we can’t see anymore

soaking

I saw a strange man
in the water

for three days

he became a happy man
a fat man
blossoming like a flower

face-down
mesmerized
by the symphony they were playing