Plants die and the ceiling

creaks as usual, humanlike

the airplane's sound passes

the girl on the porch walked past

my chance to say hello has passed

my morning now passed

a bicycle carrying a body

a dying body or a body about to die

passed as the wind came up and passed

and moved with it my hair

my neck hair that tree that car

moving past

There was something before

something like, "                   " 

something like a face in a screen

broken into smaller squares and those broken too

the colors wrong even

I couldn't say it better, I said,

"                         "

which was wrong, we both of us tried and were wrong

even now right this moment that passed

I'm lightening and wrong

you're gone and wrong

and the trying has passed

and we lay us down where

that airplane breaks the ugly sun

and let it pass

and birth an unsound thing

lie and lie believing we know some same

or contain some same 

as though we think the same that in

the broken sun one's not like 

one but one is one

and have no mind like the ground like loam

like thoughtless birth like silent wolves 

an old thing like witches

their snake dance like that's real

like the women holding hands dancing a snake dance

is more than women dancing a snake dance

as though the vacuum running 

behind the screen across the street 

does not surround me