i want
three hours of poetry while these guys are in a meeting
all the way to lunch, i got their muffins and scones and
coffee and they are in a cage until noon, yes, also,
once again, i’m in an airplane, probably over the rockies
where we just found a little turbulence.
slam one day
right on top of another, a misunderstood chronology
like my hometown.
the parade to potts with squad cars and fire station salute
was a nice send-up and where he was put was so perfect
nestled next to the old cattle pasture and if you stand right there
you can see his land, the mountain.
today’s flower is the siberian iris.
