cast monumental shadows like
mountains dream of casting:
Shadows too wide and too deep
to safely sprint across, or
to silently camp and reflect in,
like how sugar makes a pillar —
that is until the last spoonful;
the way bills block each other —
that is until the last dollar;
the way a finger or a man stands
then find there’s nowhere to go;
And after that, what do you know?
do you know profit and penance?
or purpose and protest? Or
Why little things drive her
perhaps around the bend and