You tell me the day is not now
and I try to enliven my cough
to make sure I’m alive.
That’s how noise is,
and how a hundred violins
playing in unison
can elicit applause.
I know how birds fly
and trees seem to revive
to help define the new season
just as you slip into a woolen sweater
declaring the cold is something
anyone can feel.
Believe me, the antelopes
have no nation
and empires decline to a midden
while justice is better than anything
anyone has ever tried.
