Histograms

Rising, and falling

(Just like my head)
Waving hello and goodbye
as I turn the page.

They speak of worlds,
Like the New York City skyline
Forever altered by the removal of a few outliers.

A pot-bellied neighbor snoozing on his back
After ungratefully gorging himself at your Thanksgiving dinner

Climb to the mountain’s peak for a better view
Hate it, but you’ll understand it all when it’s over

And tip-toe quietly around in my dreams so that

Mrs. Nash won’t notice that I’ve fallen asleep,
My head resting gently

in the foothills of the
density curve.

TL

Spring 2002