#25

it all happens so quixotically    I mean
you can zero in    on the molecules of a mosquito wing    or a girl carting her pencil case
you can ruminate    on the tilt of the tango    or the daily progression of fascists
you can contemplate the cancer    that’s consuming your lover
or the voyage of Venus across the firmament
you can zero in    or zero out
and never really know    which windmill or    if, Dulcinea