Right now it's something
to ignore

a chore
this plastic leaning Tower of Pizza

planted
at the end of my driveway

through the tinted window
the early morning gets more yellow

with the sun
as I look out upon the lawn

like it's an endless crazy ocean
past the box

like it's an embattled
buoy

and try to get comfortable with my
lopsided universe

Whit Howland © 2020