sometimes you wake in the middle of the night, the day, the dream
and find you are holding onto nothing
flagstaff without a flag, less than a ghost, less then a point on a graph
a negative number canceled off the earth
sometimes
you grasp the sleeve of the scarecrow thinking to detain
somehow the realization coming through the radio silence
a sudden nova and news alert oh yes there is nothing
to see here folks, move on.
stop mourning for zero.
zero will accomodate itself
in freezing weather
with no hint of Spring.
mary angela douglas 21 january 2021
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