However quick, language still takes time
to adapt. Beautiful things, to wit: the colour
of a spring balm, a tongue. The amplification
of syntax. What have you.
His hospital years: the median
of my father’s temperament. A memorial
of day’s events: Mythbusters, Dr. K’s
Exotic Animal ER, or the Smithsonian Channel,
multiple documentaries around Hitler,
and World War I trains. His days reduce
to a single floor: this radius of twenty feet,
and wheelchair jaunt up the lane
to the mailbox.
that one speaks: the curl
of good will, vanished
from origins. Lament. I like
this universe. What shines
is the appeal.
Oh, humanity. The season finale
is upon us.