here we are in this big city together
this concrete pond of rectangles
regular shapes poured by minds of men
dividing our water from flowing love of streams
you and I relate
if you believe the stories told by Darwin and his primate descendants
who wear white labcoats and a clean shave this very morning
tell me, cousin, should I believe the stories of science?
it wields technology I can tap on this screen in my hand
certain-men claim this is not magic
i have so many questions that drip on my head
drenching my sequential I,
it thinks and forgets to am…
You are a duck.
You are wise enough to know the water,
while I try to keep my head above stories.
Here, let us break bread.