She is leaning against the wall, sagging from no water.
No one notices as her flower fades and the petals fall again.
Hope springs eternally and naively as she shyly looks at the
boys who pass her by.
Invisible in spite of her bright colors.
At the hour of one she gath...
He knows how the ants move and what it means,
the diagrams of clouds, how fast the cheese curdles,
patterns of droplets as moisture condenses on
the window panes, everything. He understands
like a mother knows her child, the built-in treachery