2-20 Parenthetical



So, to the race to Mars!

(Bypassing our parenthetical moon.)


In five minutes, you and I

will forget the ghostly cold on Mars,

as another one of our trillion (parenthetical) memories


no different than

Sunday paper’s the last page

lying parenthetically on the couch.


A question grasps me (nevertheless),

is not about life on ancient Mars

or fossils under dry-ice snow.


What about our lives—are we parenthetical?


(Our lives)


The question is (not) parenthetical.






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