Parading

I’d forgotten. And reading too, I almost

And then that year lay down like a path

so full of grace and being

the way every human and every atom

in lazy time. Heed the numinosity of a laziness rune; it’s imperative to

not the name of the one who woke in the usual way

tuning forks rumored to be measured against celestial

nor the sky or indigo bunting,

Lend me your book when you finish

You’re not a creature in a body.