he’s noticing the guide’s sparkly clips
holding back
her hair we read
as it suits and hangs
she is imagining
dismembered bodies of little penguins
caught in the street mural everyone ignoring
civil and warring
parties tackle the bigger issues
they dismiss fifty years of research
respect for filling the dish
by winding up and moving
forward
sandbars submerge under objects in currents
in the end we’re wandering in
and out with muscle loss
water drop-off
electrons in multi-wavelength
energy levels like rungs on a ladder
seeing with radio eyes magnitudes of bubbles
the black hole’s cosmic jet
and still we’re misunder-
standing debt