I see 35 windows
sometimes it helps to put
pen to paper sometimes
a career I never wanted
the Blue Angels making big
circles of smoke over Nob Hill
a career I sometimes
wanted blue marbles
35 windows of clouded agate
I don’t want what I want
what I want in life are
these sonnets / whatever went
right / the rice is ready
originally published as a Pressed Wafer broadside
