“You’re Improving”

Dances across everglades grass
marshlands and pedestals early piers
stepping between floors and untenanted
interposed suppression of arts and letters |
the physics of getting older in a path
to the mouse-like hibernations, seemingly
to the vented wharves and streams and all that
is between and his trespassed dollars, playing board games and
working to see Her establish what She has
sworn She would not do. She cannot intervene. |
We cannot be taken for granted. What we
mean to each other is more valuable than
God’s intervention. What we represent is
the lack of a need for intervention.
If we could join and gather to offer hands
and grapes, and orange juice, and apples
at the plate of mercy.