Briefly Noted

lucid dreams

in sharp revival

at

the edge of an aging universe.

The structure of the

"here and now"

is a roller coaster's steel track:

an iconic

and

abstract

personal history.

The personal is

political

and yet…

and yet.

Are dandelions more beautiful

as dapples of sunlight

in the green, green grass

or dead and floating delicately on the summer air?

Do you prefer what is,

or memory?

(They say that from a moving train,

the trees in the distance

barely appear to move --

so though you may appear

you are never

progressing

you are in fact

forging ever onward.