GARDEN POP (FT AN ORPHANED PARAPHRASED SOUNDBITE)

the weather
hits the dirt
in
a
stupid & heavy beauty

it makes the trees busy
in
the
dumb & idiot glamour
of another gloaming

CALL JUNO 101

out in the park
for air and space

a woman walks her dog
one lap
and leaves

one bench is all twisted metal strips
bent from use and fire

the other has no back

i sit on the one with no back
and smoke 
in 
the air
and space

a disheveled guy 
shapeless in torn blue 
shuffles up

asks for a fag paper

i got none i say
and
when he sits next to me
leans forward arms on his knees
i offer
him the
end of
my smoke - he takes it soundlessly

then
you busy ?
ha i say i look busy ?
he gestures at my camera
taking pictures of birds are you ?
ha i say anything really clouds mostly

more silence
he smokes the butt to death
i look up at clouds

presently he says whats this say ?
holding out a form
from inside his coat
that has hand-written 
in the top box-

    CALL JUNO 101

so thats what i say
and thats what he repeats
apparently happy with that

and after more silence 
i tell him to take it easy

he grunts
i walk off

pointing
my 
camera
at
the 
clouds