First it got real,
Then so deep I couldn't
Get out.
So I just hunker down.
Here comes the cold rain,
I'll walk the pond before
The storm,
Watch the windshield steam
Before breaking into sobs
In the lining of a dark coat,
Alone on a lunch break
In the same afternoons for months. How does one
Ponder such felicity?
Do I pander such sellout?
I think not.
Only the bird man,
Feeding the flock
One eye out for the hawk,
A Sage, and slightly mad,
Pondering the downside of
Everything else.
Who lost the sun one summer,
Down in the crucible
Waiting on the acid test,
Sure in its measure