We wish to close up a gas and bubble
While our stocks last and men’s hype.
Men have riches in the Adam’s apples.

We wish to track our chimeras down
Before a train starts for the wedding
Of the rain and shine, vixen and dogs.

We wish to catch falling hail on the car
Before we are finished with our gossip
And words fizzle down in car like hail.

We wish to catch our shadows before
The real things move away from them,
Knowing real things are our fragments.

We wish to close fragments of our life
Making wholes before they drift away,
Leaving holes in space, where we are.


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