this morning there was
a Kestrel in the agave
it looked in through my
window-
i don´t know why..

but i played it a tune on
my pipe
and then a chord on
the i st third and
fifth..

three blind mice
and an e major
on the guitar..
in semblance
of flamenco music..

ii

this after breakfast
i shared my daily egg
with tom-cat..
whilst reading a note
off a post card-essay-
page 353-the chymical
wedding by lindsay
clarke-from a possible 1264-
an attempt-a trial..