Return to Sturgis

If either mime is stymied or one hummingbird says to another, entropy or entropy in ashes, my position and velocity are yours, replacing the already failing muffler by a worse one, beds like statements may be made. This wall will open only on an earthquake, not elliptical, not hyperbolic, and the atmosphere's in oblate fade. A silhouette on my horizon, I belie the laws of logic. As my cause is just and mere so I inherit that that's left. The bobblehead says, I will be the constant of no ordinary spring. The alphabet of entropy is tidy as she flies. The book may judge the cover in no fit of extradition. Gravitons are separating and on black and white tiles I make my binary way

HEIKKI HUOTARI

In a past century Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He's a retired math professor and has published poems in numerous literary journals, including Crazyhorse, Pleiades, and the American Journal of Poetry. His fourth collection, Deja Vu Goes Both Ways, won the Star 82 prize.