along the way, so many rules:

each step precisely follows the last

as truncheons crack empty heads


near a garden gate, a cypress grows

as if it knows; as if it knows

what cost due diligence is owed


a word’s sound is not the word:

a lover’s last repeated cry

cracks open the infinite sky

(January 3, 2022)

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