and across the plateau

There are very many things that don't matter
one such thing
is hanging your laundry out just before it rains
at three in the morning

when you hear it fall
just as you settle into bed
after a day unlike others
there's really nothing that can wake you
but the thought of telling the story
of how you learned this and that, once more as if it were the first time

for a seasoned body
to meet an all too seasoned piece of meat
on the slab of fortune
at dusk of paltry movements
from here to there
to a night over which i slept
more sound than i could have thought
marred in breathless volume
as loud as retaliating gunfire