It's Not Nothing

   
       the fridge hums

the waterfall sighs
      the tea light night trains
               flicker
      the blowfish moon spills her
limpid  
   tipfull
     spoonfuls

    the inevitable sirens cannot
pierce        the
  brushing of
twenty-thousand jazz-leaves
          insinuating waves
                               rushes 
giant bouffant matchsticks

  the lime and darker
black     blue
             gold     shellac

and
     nothing like kindness keeps
              the living

             a celebrity
   on winning
         a second place
                               in....
    smiled
  oh
it's not nothing

so kindness too
                      it's not nothing