June 9th

wish you would
show up on my doorstep
again
like mormons
and gardeners
or the song I wrote drunk
on sunday

with a pad of paper
and a mandelbrot set
moles growing like
fractals or
constellations
to connect for
future physicists
(by then, discipline archaic,
they will find the
prettiest things)

these images weren't safe
floating in cyberspace
it's good we set them
floating in nature,
all those identical sheep
in little folios,
made them
aesthetic law.