a morning, muddy with coffee
i'm leaving soon
just a quick change of shirts
a slide into ***** boots
and I'll arrive unwashed and overslept
having done the minimum

Nature's errata reminds me occasionally
to derive and attempt without relent
pale humor and succor
cessation of my every want
descend into damp earth, quietly go
join many to be set apart from one impressed upon
vaguely sunder the stilted delivery of every uttered word

shadowless trees planted in rows
rigid against a newly cloudless sky
blackened leaves adorn the cement mosaic where tufts of grass grow
between each shaded tile
young weeds lean in the mud, for now
no flowers preside over the shrubs
while the still air waits for pollen
the gutters sag
and small birds turn the soil with searching feet

be unrestricted
and always continuous
except when it's not