REAL OUT HERE TODAY

the man
sat in the garden again

plastic zen
amen

~

waiting 

with a used canvas
for the roses
to bloom

& when the pigeons come

noisy & graceless
he notes in pencil 

on his scribble pad 

how real it is out here today

THE TARGET & THE TARGET MISSED

writing
if it works out right

well
its like a mirror

a mirror with balls


~


i hear cars in the distance
&
i see the birds on the wing

i hear the diesel 
running the post van
& 
the day pigeons sing

im on the daybed
doing nothing -
my thing