“Just look over your shoulder.” The Four Tops
There is a ladder leaning against the rim of the world
I like to climb down into another body.
Shunned by the gods of printed books
I am happy standing over a pool of rain water
where the entirety of the sky is held untouched by mud
in the palm of a open hand.
The miniature sun is there in perfection
and a mockingbird crossing that round sky is shitting