The Little Picture

We’ve already skipped

the first step, wherever
we start. Besides, the

spoon never tastes the
soup anyway. Sure,

there’s meaning in a
jet way up, but down
in the ditch the air

is sliced other ways.
The ones today

who kill or love
are history already
from the air, from

the future. Yes,
life’s unreason

-ing and -able. Ir-
rational even, in
the ditches. It’s

because always
already we’ve

skipped the first
step, headed into
the clouds and

miss the mud. It’s
because the spoon

will never taste
the soup, and you,
and you, and me

and I never look
at the little picture.


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