“after foolish talk
of rain” – D. Bonta
Earthquakes do not clamor for attention:
you could say they trump all versions of Cartesian proof.
Every time the odds are stacked,
the only ensuing discussion is what history tends to favor.
So much for talk of loss and triumph, for the length
of his reach compared to his opponent’s; his weight and class.
How fast is a punch delivered? It’s hard to determine if sounds
welling up in the amphitheater are from pain or jubilation.
Those who work a hotline know which exchanges are code for help.
I forget when presidentiable became a word.
In response to Via Negativa: Cowboy haiku.