Concocting quite a thorough
manual in her mind
as she goes roving
silent,
needle-shaped,
quite conscientiously
over
and
through the teeming neighborhood;
an old brown
beagle, waterfall-
eyed,
could not even pause
to notice
if she needed to—
the palest of
green things
jutting from branches
or the wan way
a high
white disc bleaches-
away thin clouds to make dirty blue—
busy! as she is—
mixing fecund sniffs
of piss-
sticky concrete
and mud
to—somehow
create her own
brilliant new
theses—
of
robin's egg and seafoam.
