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?