Allan Peterson






Cats were climbing to the nest of woodpeckers,
so I built a wide halo of wire.
I waited securely as if the First Principle was iron.
I watched the showers of yellow leaves
which are springtime in the South, then the owl
ate the babies instead. I forgot the agency of air
while reading that Hippo thought the First Principle water.
Now the texts I am attempting to reconcile
are those of the back yard to our skins and protections.
Necessity is the same as fate, says Leucippus.
Good to the last drop, says Maxwell.


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