Thoughts fold the way a wave unfolds
the body, revising past things in the mind
to find the most allowable position,
the most comfortable. Qualifying, always qualifying.
Soon summer descends, the humidity bearable,
the fireflies restless small suns going in and out.
And there was a glass bowl of fresh peaches
cooling in ice water. Not a blemish anywhere,
no signs or indication
of oblivion.