Dina and Dan Join The Subcommittee On Rules

One begins certain to finish but in support

Of other, farther waves

Waves close an article

Of definite surrender within secret proceeding waves

Or something else we ought to manage in our prayers

It’s possible they'll begin paying attention the very minute

His or an aspect of his attention has retreated

Into its shrewd self-misunderstanding. Yet there are mothers

Sending old heat to their boys in ghostly livery

Trembling in afternoons

Below something in me like sheets hanging out to dry. We seem to believe

Having said in no certain way that we are not certain it is possible.

It was a house with many rooms, just like this one

Where we went with one another

To think and twist the matter. Ducks swam

On small brown rivers, these

Issuing somehow from the pockets

Seared into your face. Yet no man with a knife was to wait

Around the coming corner. We will have been

Deceived for the hundredth time this time next year, when its laughter

Escapes us, or the nests built in the stadium lights

Coming crashing down after its confetti has shaken itself loose

Prior to the storm. Regardless, the idea of being anywhere remotely like it

As it grew over the season

Until it felt itself ready to abscond and with it our sense

Of making what we knew could not real,

But going to the window is a nice touch

As snow flops and flails into agglomerations

With the enthusiastic gestures of laughter.

It was not with irony we called this composition winter

But it was the least thing worth saying

And now it's come out again

Sorrowing and estranged, but requiring our handling, our care

Though long we've been tired of the sequence, out and in, out and in.

Suppose one might get away

But would it be dangerous

Going, the roads ahead? Suppose

Something else happens.

Something cold, something instilled

Very much like an expectation

Or the security officer who has detained you

Is impersonating a security officer

With the intent to induce you to submit

To his pretended authority

And this is not like lying in ambush.

The first spectacle was falling from beams.

There they say

You’d be happy here

I’d like a word with you

To be felt among them

Lights inside of cars

Music inside of cars

It has happened before

And the oldness of our lives

Sometime numerous details

From deeper cause