Persistently Vanishing Remainders

Late afternoon poetry’s a kind
Of congruence, nothing modulo
Nothing much, solutions whenever

Remainders of nothing divided
By a multiple of nothing much
Are nothing—nothing plus nothing much,

Twice nothing much plus a remainder
Of nothing, infinite nothings much,
And again, remainder of nothing,

Or, put another way, all the ways
Nothing much can spill into nothing
Leaving only nothing leftover.

Each such poem is another of such
Modular solutions. Each such poem
Folds nothing much neatly in nothing,

But, no matter how neatly, nothing
Is always leftover and ready
To swallow more late afternoon poems.