Crashing Halt
All jokes are part of the same joke
The all-encompassing joke we agree we won’t say
That’s fine There are plenty of ripples
The joke-teller pushes the piano to the edge of the roof
The worm you try to save from the sidewalk
is dead and brittle from the sun
Forty years from now flowers will emerge from that other place
the place of the unspoken, all-encompassing joke
A woman will divide one from its life
because of how pretty it is
With a laugh we can push away
all that is not funny
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