One thing happens, then another
dust accumulates in a corner
addendum, footnote, detritus, junk
mail from fluffy pillow makers
All the virus in the world
weighs about a gram
This and that is overdue
An extinct season Akhtari sings of
A leaf falls in the sky’s milky tea a scarred
porcelain saucer moon
laps it, cracks up, and disappears