I learn

Scattergun

And miss many easy things.

 

Tiny spheres drill precise holes in paper

That remain long after you have forgotten your score

 

Did I mention I lost my wallet in the dark?

Who loses their wallet under a streetlight,

Where the Physicists beckon, where

At least you can see?

No, I have never started there.

 

If I looked under the streetlight

For my quantum wallet

I would find many non-wallets

And put them in my pocket until

There was no room for anything else

 

More

I want to know pure conclusion,

I want to start

There,

not plod through marshy

Lowland where I would learn the names

of all the wallet-like water birds

 

It is not haphazard hunting

I know my target

I don’t shoot road signs

Someone else did that

Uncentered little holes all over Dead End.