snow is a blessing —— in this

sense — the brain’s

vehicles start moving on those

familiar turnpikes

roundabouts

avenues

———

the eye move-

ment — laughter,

same switch.

dendrite travels down to dendrite

and so from one scroll to

scroll to spine

two birds flew through

the wide space, pink and blue,

above the dendrites

filament

notes flock to branches

dendrite holds heavy thought

at its very tip

wind sways

behind the glass

eruditions

switches

stitches

at the highest levels

on the knot

sits

that

bird

so

patiently

a bird

lands on the end of twig

it bobs

wavers

flucuates

against the gray expanse

the boles     the knots       the nests

the single slender stroke of red

the sudden upward flight of idea

simultaneous, many

the mind is as wide as the universe – a single

bird passes through – behind it clouds change

places – dendrites form the basin.