A theory that involves cats
and carnations becomes part of
natural discourse eventually.
The herd of wild deer disappear
into the woods in the time it
takes you to ready your camera.
She awoke from a dream in which
someone – a sere and sallow man
in a turban – had possessed her
mind, and once she had laid him
low, fearing his hot revenge,
she pushed him through a window;
going outside she found no body,
woke up, slipped back again into
sleep the same dream, and a raw
justice. The swing of a cross-slung
laptop bag; the analogy is to set
up a replica Antikythera machine
with faults eliminated. If buck
plus doe equals deer, cat plus
carnation equals what? The woods
are loose, so beware sere, sallow
rangers. There may be a blue temple
somewhere, its emptiness is a toll.