Oddly enough, time for one thing,
then another. It's okay
to wish it away. Logic leads us
there again and again. The Maple helicopters,
sometimes, seem to be always rising.
There's the image of the diapered baby,
not knowing better
or worse, joyful, tugging futilely
at the water pump. That was then,
but here we are--no chemical
creates logic. But I was going to say,
here, now, I was going to say...
