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WILD PASS

hey, remember
the low stone walls
at home?

orange stripes
fueling flowers
the engine

at the bottom of the garden
sticky candy in the gym
hardwood spooning.

a memory with
missing walls
remote-control wrecking balls

the view from the couch
cat calls from the couch
I know this arrangement
of furniture.

but

someone special passes.
a random event.
ma’am, could you please

pass the cement?

Brooklyn yardwork.

One of my greatest new joys is biking at night to Brooklyn, back from Manhattan. I go across the Manhattan bridge, down through the slope, and then gliding all the way through Prospect Park on my bike.

It's been a bit of a rough weekend, but I'm here and I've got a good lesson for tomorrow. The chillins will be impressed.