And here I am watching some long-haired kid
take small puffs of cigarette quickly
tap-tap-tap the ash with thin fingertip
and quickly again another puff.
Tap-tap-tap.
I have failed. The ringing in my ears.
“Patience, my love. What comes next can’t be worse
than what we have now.”
Try on a new chair at Design Within Reach.
A basketball nearly smashes a little dog
(what’s the name of this park near Fillmore?).
Massage appointment, Persepolis,
wandering thoughts, watching the maids clean the mailboxes
on Pierce Street.
