Parallax
If you gave
me pennies,
I could
turn them into nothing
except
little copper fishes
and
meridian lines.
When I went
outside tonight,
I measured
the cheek of Jupiter
with the
edge of my nail
and ring
finger,
and linked
him up to the toes
of
Orion.
Under the
haze of the night's jacket,
all the
mutant horses
and faded
bears play against me;
they move
and I seem to stand still
on this
planet which is absolutely
flat.