I have no mind

and yet I think

in shapes and liquids

blue and pink




I think in clouds

and healthy gardens

I think through

windows





please beg my pardon

the ninja’s Zen

the open clue




i think these things

have no mind too.


—


Ode to Polly, myne owne fayre spyder




o Polly thou art perverse

your legges and bodie

fit this verse.