Looking

Delivered papers this morning and

afterwards, bought a road atlas.

Cities keeps expanding. Some manage

to disappear, but no one notices.

Borrowed a compass from Guy and

looked at the icicles outside my window.

Picked up Stella's ashes.

Placed the urn on my kitchen table.

Looked at the urn.

When something is cremated, it is

brittle bone, pulverized into powder.

Picked up Stella's powdered bones.

Placed the urn on my kitchen table.

Looked at the urn.

An urn can have a spigot for serving.

But everyone knows not to drink too

quickly. That is how the Maker lost

his vision.

Tomorrow, chess, and afterwards

more butter making. Perhaps a long

walk.

But today, is looking.