old news, new news, old sources, old news, same news, how it all comes together, how all the ducks line up in a row, how easy it is to shoot on a small pond, all these things and more, and baggage, luggage, chests and hat boxes, suitcases and duffel bags, travel cases and rucksacks, all these things and more, tons of bricks, weighed down, shoulders drooping, so much weight, so much heaviness to the air, thick, atmospheric, such things drip with melancholy, always, playing catchup, playing behind, watching the play, it is such things that i wonder about, to sit and wonder, it was and it wasn't, blue honeyflowers on a skylit shoreline, black lines of grass, silhouetted across acres, white walls and open countertops, wet bars with flung stainless steel shakers, and the world, as we know it, and i feel fine.