when are you going to

do the breathing, the stop-

ping, the collecting? when

 

will sky turn off and Ven-

us on ? when is the real

 

feeding? when is dire-

 

ction not important? when

will footpaths flow like prose

 

and not trip with mis-spell-

ings? when will the power

lines, looking up from the

 

backseat of the car, stop

making staves and playing?

 

when are there little bones?