Dozens of swans and geese
launched on its tar-black surface.
Sixteen tiny jellyfish

Come, try this exercise:
Focus a beam,
Emptied of thinking, outward through shut eyes

And if the mortally wounded warrior revives, and if
      his after-dinner pipe leads the drowsy sinner
to cast a long loving look at the cello in the corner

Each night the dairyman her husband
sinks like a hoof
in the muck of his sleeping,

Sometimes you called on those
you’d never know
to come with you in place

Sometimes when you’re not thinking
what you think most common
goes beyond everything you’ve ever known,

On the third floor
I urinate into a white bowl
hearing cars on Taber Avenue

Shall we go then, just to the corner
And no farther, not like lovers and other strangers
Who catch the same bus, and ride off together

The pie here doesn’t taste
As though it were meant
To be eaten nor can I

The wall is massive, of solid stone, hard, finished;
yet it oozes The wall is smooth, new and old, durable,
and yet it is crannied, and through the mute fault drips