Consider Not
by Tresha Faye Haefner

April 1, 2011

the futility of coins, 

      the space between  

electron clouds. 

      Think of the heaviness  

of atoms. 

      Their deep harmonious weight  

in the body. 

      All winter you wear  

your wool coat. Drink coffee. 

      Watch how the hills gather  

their fists full  

      of mist.  

The sun setting and rising 

      on the underside of clouds.  

In this place children  

      chew buttons.  

Fog lifts from the trees. 

      You drink your coffee  

and set it down like  

      an anchor in the wood. 

It’s clank is a note rising

      from the opera 

who’s rhythm never ends, 

      who’s beginning is the world.  

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