And all the loved ones troubling my home slipped
through an open window or maybe under

a wooden door the way leaves or white sheets
from a score may find ways up a tree in the woods

to wave off limbs like pennants from faraway ships,
white for surrender, black for metal, once

they defied gravity, floating above our table,
the something casserole, the etcetera greens,

their heads struck together like billiard balls,
I set the pot to boil and let our translator

out of her box, she fished a leaf from my cup
put …

Rules for gravity

Don’t French, zero woofing, there are no rain checks
or recompense due to inclement weather, one

whistle means wave-particle duality, peacocks
roam freely so please stare into their hundred eyes

and fall …