Tuesday, November 1, 2016


Old wisest friend,
although daily
we saunter together 

down these shabby cotton-
brown sidewalks, past 
the most

woebegone of stroller-
bound children,
I still can't 

help but laugh a bit,
since you never quite 
seem to realize

it's you—who invariably 
precipitates, in each one of 
these little novices,

the earth-shattering realization 
of that certain 
prelapsarian premise—

that man,
with the sheer pacifying 
power of words 

alone, can 
control his 
whole universe.