The sun did rise again, no buts.
Well, a great many things have been said
in the cauldron of hours. We have not been
shaken out of the cage of the bingo spinner.
Ginkgo leaves approximate the sun’s brightness;
are brightness themselves; no cancelling their it-ness.
Today was another hard day. And tomorrow
will be harder. Well, we will eat thick soups
with large spoons. Hazard a guess which
swooping shadows are birds, which one leaves.
I once pressed gingkos between pages for the future,
the other day I saw a girl with a gingko necklace.
