* * *

slowly the eye scans the page

the heart beats steadily

while the mind winces in in infinitesimal spasms of almost pre-natal pleasure

down in the street it is divided into three parts:

sidewalk, street proper, sidewalk, large things of equally inelastic matter on either side

these, inhabited by homegrown beings

several of whom are reading too

the karmic revelations of so many silly and loveable cells

conjoined in the bliss that feeds them, and on them, too

thus holding them

(now turn the page)