Hard (September)

September is hard. The sums won’t add up. Leave them alone. The statistics are intractable. They tell us just what we don’t want to know. Tell us enough to want some personal space. They are ‘significant’. The numbers are hard, formally addressing the unconscious, indifferent to its response. Braincap is hard. Its joins barely soften with springtime. Unique shape of each face, there as if to challenge science. Hard looks. Hard-wired conversation. Good morning. How are you? Hard facts mingle with terrible puns. You think that? Our energy future is solar and wind. Is that so hard? Blossoms break forth.