comfortably placed in a well-padded swivel chair
fingertips tapping a lovely mahogany desk
on the left rests a vape pen loaded with rosin I squished
next to a hand-blown glass pipe
specifically for the finest organic outdoor flower
which, it just so happens, I grew myself
the soft glow of the screen beacons
another lovely poem for the community –
outside the window just off my right shoulder
barely noticeable fin movements send spotted coy across the pond
just beyond, the gardens, both vegetable and medicinal
sit in the sun, swelling and flourishing
surrounded by large quartz stones
placed into a medicine wheel
ala black elk speaks       --
the old lab comes and rests his greying mug on my leg
a few pats and some scratching under the chin and around the ears
fat and ornery black and white cat hops into the window sill
offering up a weak meow, and anticipatory purrs
soft caresses from the top of his head to the base of his tail
stretching his *** way into the air, he looks over as if to ask,
“who said you could be done”
I place my hands at the keyboard
typing what may be the one that gets me on Colbert –