This is for the numbers pried from all
the house posts up and down the street
This is for the crack on the beveled
mirror when it comes loose from the wall
This is for the white porcelain plate and its chipped edge
which will not have its weight measured out in gold
This is for the heart’s awkward and painful arisings,
overturning layers from its dormant earth
This is for its muffled palpitations
calling out amid the green
In response to Via Negativa: Terminology.