THE GODS CONSIDER THE DISCOVERY OF THEIR PARTICLE
Imagine them sitting around a table, post
hors d’oeuvres of fancy, still with drinks
in hands, in feathers, in claws capable of grasping
scepters. All of them claiming ownership.
Or something different: what if they claim intrusion,
something more finding its way into their bellies of deities,
more intimate than cloud lint or pet tardigrade.
Imagine then: their bosom secret (their boson idea)
found, then shared. Suddenly placed
into everyone’s notebook pocket.
FROM GREAT LAKES TO GREAT PLAINS: A MEMOIR
With your snow
now gone,
oh, Nebraska,
how I wish
your wind
into waves.
