Elasticity of a Good

if I want more than I’ve    hands for & what’re hands but parts of cameras   with no lenses that sit days on end then like a bomb on three   toss light

from its home & I’d lose my weekend just skimming this puddle for shadows    now I settle on a cause    a cattail sticking up its neck through the tracks

says so much about the train    says there’s no train that won’t stop   if the bridge’s too strong it’ll break off & fray into tangents see them talk

funny over there they drop    articles they lose more nouns to the river every year & what can a city sorry what kind of city    releases its people

to the air if not with kite strings   & sorry what kind of air    is it dark marble that flutters under the hot bit of a power drill    is it a shelf I can’t see to the ends of