The insurance adjustor never calls back.
The man in the rainbow sweater says
I could tell you all the secrets of life.
Step into my office.
The river thrashed violently, awash in melted snow.
I was standing there making tea and I heard it,
but I was thinking about a package
Iíd ordered that hadnít come.
In another room, a man hung plastic sheeting
from the ceiling with small wires
to suggest a wave.
All the purple in the world curled into a spiral
the size of my palm.
But a bird wouldnít cluster like that, obviously,
though its call drives insects under dirt.
Whatís worse we strung together,
stinking and synchronized.
Having already turned to diamonds, I could never
turn to quartz.
Iím good at turning phrases, or pages.
Iím good at kitchen physics, and nothing like
a hairless dolphin,
only sort of like ten ducks in a river,
brushing ice-chunks with their webbed feet.