These pages ribboned in prose were once a man
Sifting jigsawed existence for the boundaries
Finding hardly a one he collected the bright pieces
Laid them together and sketched in the spaces
We make small talk in broken couplets and casual stanzas
Examining together the pieces we have
An old piece gets set in a new place
It’s an accident and a discovery and together we laugh
-T. Weeks
(A response to “This Dust Was Once the Man”)
Life Immense 