I am startled by reflections in glass,
exciting further reflections

once I am once removed 
I am no longer

the shortest distance between two points
is today a jagged line

I curate my catalog of memories
and that of my dreams into a single volume

in time for the burning
but out of step with the geese

I go deep underground 
to make love with mycorrhizae

as sad as I

I used to be
a fun guy

Chagall 2021