a certain degree of resistance
To Derek Choy
the footprint drawing
dries
drowning out
shouts of dissent
and manufactured
magnificence
someone forgot
to clean up
says the line
to the line
no matter
the line says
the footprints will dry
you will go home
rapt with music
or wine
forgetting
slowly forgetting everything
the snow falls
covering everything
tomorrow the birds
will sing of new alliances
new unions
new certainties
and on and on
turning the lights
off they
(who? will understand
will have new songs
and a certain degree
of resistance