A DRAGON-FREE ENVIRONMENT
Along with breathing’s
disregard, I’d say
for nuances.
By the time the suspension bridge
reaches the other side, time is
the extreme case if not upwards
of pure space — ya mug, whaddaya
say to a cat-fur beer along
with the questions that fly across the switchboard?
Specially wide and colorful
paths they wear out
by the light of the moon.