The ground is The same color as a hole In the ground. The first robins Are paradigms by default. Would you know the difference Between a blue jay and the moon? My raincoat ate Wandering and Bridges, filled Its teeth with the velocity Of the sky. And me, Because it’s spring, I invented the soles of dusk Into rucksacks for cosmic Travel. Menaced by haphazard, Monopolies of emancipation, I remember too The heckles of eternity Up from the dirt, Of our breathe, Of our hearts, Of our symbols. I remember, Because it’s spring, How to forget All that is the self And all that is not. Your distant check bones carry The blue-gray sky before the earth turns away. What does it mean to leave a part of yourself behind? How do you know to miss it?