I. Television
The match goes into sudden death
when you say Isn't it strange
we can spend all this time together and not
kill each other?
I take we as people
and people as—one pars, one birdies,
one stroke either way
and I find this strange, outside
birds in flight,
perfect, natural, absurd
as a sonata or meiosis or striking a ball
simply to watch it move.
II. Light Rain
Are you doing great things?
I went out in
search of the pure noun.
The dishes stack up, dust collects
this and that.
A black cat amid yellow leaves
of an oak tree, dark from the light
rain. I have to make a noise,
disturb the image
for the responsibility is
too great. The cat moves through
the rain and leaves.
John K., drafted around 4/2009, revised 8/16/2009
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