Jaguar Oscillations. YMCA Parking Garage,
27 February 2015, 3:50 PM.
Just hours ago a jaguar
stalking a fresh insight through emerald
I’m stuck now behind another stupidly
tense all over, about to start cursing,
as the Expedition or Armada or Sequoia
twelve-points out of a normal-sized spot.
Liberating wisdom’s no more durable
than these farts of exhaust that envelop
and dissipate. Perpetual oscillation.
What else could days possibly be?