The trash day crows
Call at me
Condescending hunger
dragging my moccasins up the drive
Public transit and public speaking
Disagree with the
ads and magazines in my left hand
My phone
screen fractured this morning
The dust confined in my pocket
Coffee in my right like gunpowder

I pause and linger
for the mountains

Thinking of something you said
I laugh
shuffling words
puzzled by this mood I'm in