doleful/even if the sky is Blue in 1 color

S.A.D. 

& genes 

& the fucking 

world same as-it-

ever-was 

(surely 

while glorious/ 

happily mundane too/& — 

right?)

sorry . . .

the bottom 

of the canyon/quarry/lava-hole/whatever

is where we start

to-look-up-again — 

right?

 

(a 

spent leaf coolly spins

past my window: lyrical/

lazy/complete.)