Day 1 is really about a secret

Actually, April 1’s post was just fooling. It was an early bird, so here’s the real April 1, 2018: a secret.


Words words with friends
words for word nerds.
Who knew the siren call?
Better social medium than
food photos on plates
depicting perfect lives
with perfect friends
passing hours
wasted, nothing else done.

Not social, who’s on the
other end? Time thrown
away letters artfully arranged
on virtual board.
Lightning rounds, ever
more speed pushing time
along, giving time away.

Say da secret woid,
divide a hunna dollas.
Groucho on his stool,
cigar alight, begins the game
to find the secret word.



Azimuth it says on the TV screen
as I try to reset the receiver.
How could I have lived
so long and never used
this word?

Ah, Azimuth!
No cousin of behemoth, you,
but measurement of angle
in system spherical.

Ah, Azimuth! Arabic of root,
as-samt, “direction.” When I
look at a star, you are there.
In French you are everywhere,
tous azimuts!.

Ah, Azimuth! You go
from a to z right off the bat,
vectoring observer to interest
point, perpendicular projection
on reference plane.

Ah, Azimuth!
Angle between projected vector
and vector of reference
on horizontal plane.

Ah, Azimuth!
You are not like behemoth.
I couldn’t take behemoth
on a plane. But through
the window of that plane I spot
down below.
The vector
from his eye
to me with
reference vector
on the land

makes you.