On a Matter That Occurred
a new year is except for all the ways it isn’t. and then some. now let’s burn bridges, and see tomorrow what the sky limits it’s not the fall but the stopping i meant yesterday; what map is built on the capacity of flight? not in my territory; or maybe now it can be one thing leads to anothers’; it’s all up in the air. the sins of the son are grandfathered in – they don’t smoke ’em…











