I gather the twigs and the legs
Of time.

I gather the sunlight reduced
To its particles.

The principal footsteps radical
With life.

I make a nest.
I buy a hang glider.

I bring home pulsars.
I borrow a sweater.

An ingenious ladder of stars
For an alphabet.

The odds are against me
This rainy walking spring afternoon.

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