Monday, February 28, 2022


Like astonishing flourishes 
from a costly ball-
point pen, 

black birds 
churn circles 

in a bright 
azure sky.

And yet, somehow, 
we passers by, 
with each routine day—

every drab sepia
hour that transpires—

have grown more 
and more certain
and less and less surprised 

by the squiggles of letters 
which we know
to be familiar 

but which no one 
on Earth (long since 
dead or still living) 

has, as of yet, 
been equipped
to decipher.