airplane dust, shattered articles on priests
& faith, a show of hands on young skin

there is the long path & the short, news
& weather reports in overlapping streams

& live from here, not taped, a mustard
honey view of desert, a misspent bag of stars

tom said, "a great deal of news happens
at night," under cover of canvas

& the sheltering sky, light ripples horizontal,
green flashing bulbs, this play of particles

history but a word for things we know
we’ve already missed, how rumours start

& voices break, a mystic scrying swimming pool
just to keep up w/ the list of channels

not every need worth knowing, she bathes
in her own, floating tight her shut eyes

she would hide among strangers, waiting
to rearrange all mysteries in a new light.