a pendulum
which swings
from regret to
anticipation.
The bottom
of the carton;
a cold whisper
of Spring;
the sound, on your
end, of their cell phone
still ringing—
there's no fact
of the matter
that won't do-si-do
because even they know:
The Actual
is a stopped-clock
which might
suffice once
or twice, but
The Possible
is the sun
that keeps us gunning
for horizons.
