it was different than expected
the spine had three lines when I found it
in the dust of a vast bookshop and
in that drowsy place things continued
their trajectories despite ease and
mountain air I was looking for some
song some half-survived torso ringing
out a call to and when it did fail
and release those loose signatures a
scrap of a different species fell
with lines well I won’t bore you with the
details but a small grunt was heard as
the little basket was lifted and
another day shrugged and unrolled
other animals 