at the table opposite mine
another aging
slit eyed malcontent
nurses a beer and dares anyone to say hello.
don’t look at me, buddy-
I got all the mirrors I
need, at home.

in the meadow, past
all his big *** fun,
the grass was cut down within the past few weeks.

the passing rain has made it interesting, fertile, exciting:
birds bounce high and then pounce-
mice, for sure, feel their way
with great care.

the angry man has left.
a dog waits in the
back of a truck.

I am still here, to see these moments.
there are things that need to be noted, and someone to take them in.

for this alone, perhaps
I descended to this place.