* The chances of poetry being poetry are slim to nil. * Poetry inhabits the expert like was there a day. * Forensics remind. Each particle separates equally. A smooth fog populates. No rising sun appears. Rain becomes a sincere dazzle in the manner of bird song. Later the grey bothersome of cloud becomes the turn of obliquity. The markings of speech offer little clues. The expert has a plan.
poems, fireflies...