Apprehending the tonal qualities of slumbering roots

Mapping designations for growth,

Displayed in the silent drift of pollen 

Taking to Icarus’ 

Down-

Fall.

Stepping out of his house, 

Keeping hands occupied 

By making shadow puppets      for entertainment: broadcasted: in earnest

To the stage of Noon 

And the basement shows of beyond workday acquittal.

She turns on the bathroom faucet, pivots vision to the wall

(no longer behind her) 

Covers the empty gesture of talking to cluster flies 

Congregating above the open trash,

To the flies themselves. In earnest she begets honesty 

For language. 

Nothing happened as it’s described,

But it occurred 

And that’s enough for a story 

About falling in love.