insects call
over passing cars
both are thick in this air,
so I spent the night
beside a farm field
willing each of the
(half-
dozen)
automobiles
not to stop curiously
and rouse me
and make me put a shirt on
(water
is thick in this air
the insect calls and humidity
complete each other
let me tell you:
yesterday when the clouds burst
and visibility dropped
to a couple of highway-seconds
it was the sky hugging us to the earth
until it cleared up, then drenched again
unpredictably for hours; an
eager amnesiac hugger, perhaps
anyway:
you can understand why I was shirtless)
where were we? oh yes
now here
all present
some with large accounts
(although,
according to Piketty
half of Westerners
since the 18th century
have been without wealth
failing their duties
as citizens qua capitalists)
we are distracted
from our dynastic tendencies
and the smile of ownership
(which comes in
three sizes)
by the grin of exploration