I hoist the cat up in the basket of
a forty-foot-long picking pole and give

it a wild ride whipping the pole around

There where occasion has been, a steady snow—
or is it boundlessness
that occasionally drops to the ground

Trees, good new trees, trees that are stitched
into tinware by the sun.

Tanned arms sweep around a pin;

I am pleased to announce
Some of the things
That won’t concern me

I think I saw you once
In another kid’s Easter basket.
Maybe it wasn’t you or wait

That’s me on his left. If neither one of us 
looks comfortable, it’s because I said 
I’m sorry to hear about his heart. 

How different any house looks from outside
and from within. I used to circle mansions
finding out, through guessing and good luck,

What vision lights up wildernesses tonight?
The sentry scratches his head and guesses tonight.

Too many diplomas! Their frames cast gloomy shadows.

High noon in the park, as the year begins its
onward march to truly infernal weather.
“Is it hot enough for you?” yell the normal,

You’re the only creature I really love
Aside from Mama and my Teddy bear