SPEED OF LIGHT
On blank paper, elephantine themes
walk blind through the night.
Is there a reason for poetry?
Ask Einstein about the relative value
of
daydreaming and he will tell you
the sun’s middle name is water.
Mice, afraid of the light
scatter like dark stars.
I try to decipher the messages
left by their feet in wet snow.
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