when you get right down
to it a word is just
a word and she piled them
up so beautifully
stacked between rhyme
and artfully displayed
about a robot i believe
or cassini’s final end
which got me thinking
of all those thoughts
we dole out to no one
in particular hoping
every once and again
that something might
finally connect heart
to heart or (possibly)
head to head and more
than mechanically
but does it really need
to matter when the day
is done whether we’re
ever able to find a home
to call a home beneath
this yellowing sun?
