In the City:
If you insist on a diagnosis,
you’ll demand a remedy.
Another conversational segment just overheard, just over there:
“There is no such word as ‘inexplicable’
and I have no idea how it ever got into any civilized dictionary.”
There’s no place to hide anything
in a closet.
The closer they are to the center of the City,
the more likely they are to have names.
Every journey can be concluded,
if you can but lie with it and fully know it.
(The ravishing engagement that brings a stop,
the ravishing engagement of the horizontal bop.)