There are edges, and there are lines, and there are
The reflections of lines and edges—If, say, “Where
The line is, a path lies” (the rat running along the
Power line, the lyric that triggers a memory), then
Edges are openings, the last place to stand when
You are no longer here. The finch lands where the
Rat ran: A line, and then an edge, an indefinite article.