Father Gravitational’s Wig Flies Off
According to his laws, and floats according to them,
and joins a flock of seagulls, and summers with them,
slaty-backed, and winters with them, glaucous-winged,
according to his laws. Father Gravitational [...]
Father Fibonacci Is Deafer By the Minute
And longs for the cochlear curls of his youth, which stayed
on the pillow one afternoon, but still he works; hearless,
he kneels in the rows. Above the birds are ribs of umbrellas.
Father Fibonacci grows [...]
Mother Acrostic Lays One Fat Finger
Down the middle of a page, and reads it aloud,
ligatures and all. It is a bestiary, or a book of lives,
a passional or corpus; it will not survive, from flyspecks
to flyleaves, will be lost along with her han [...]
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