If little turtles ran up your legs
it might be green and cool it might
be like piranhas. If tomorrow
the world turned upside-down
we would slowly adjust to watching
movies, perhaps. Or look before
diving, for fear of the air. If
I was a cowboy! And don’t you love

the word? If you loved it any more
you’d rust. If I could change things
like a sestet is supposed to, do
you suppose I would? As if asleep
I catch a hint of a suggestion
of you. I place it firmly in the shadow box.