A Narrow Channel

Once again I walk
those long baroque corridors.

A bird is singing;
I have heard its song before.

Butterflies rise disturbed
by the wind yet resettle

to wait for the next gust.
The book falls open

at the same page.
Will no-one rescue me?




Oh Carol 

It was a
night just
right for
singing
Neil Sedaka
songs. No
wonder
he had
Leonard
Cohen on
his mind.

 
Apparently

gluttony is
not recognized
as a sin by the
individual links
in the food chain—

viz. this quite 
large spider 
with a wasp 
of similar size 
pinioned in 

its pincers but 
flipped over so 
they travel back 
to back; & the
conjunction

being hungrily
tracked by a 
lizard that is 
smaller than
either of them.

 
Per severe

When he
presented

his latest
premise

he said
it's the same

as the old one
& the one

that came
before that 

but I'll keep 
on presenting 

it because 
one of these 

times its time
will come.