:) take a look for a while~

“Here is what the mind does”*


when my laptop opens to a small red car, a tight street, 
the dust gray and yellow, the electric window half open, 
and five little lean-to cards, on each a number to denote 
where a spent round ended after traveling its distance 
with lead certitude, with molten heat a match for its sense 
of the truth, and where blood pooled by the opened door, 
pooled and followed a tilt in the road—it was not far, 
was more a lingering, as if it could choose not to leave, 
and now that this man was gone it was just standing 
around like those on their way to and from their work 
or school, or those carrying plastic bags of food, those 
merely puzzled or curious, who watch men with duties 
do them as quickly as they can, which is slowly, a picking 
through pieces, which is what the mind does at moments 
like this, and, honestly, it is not much more than nothing