Don’t Write
I’m sure that we don’t always
disagree. You agree
to disagree.
I’ve never known how to handle
the inevitable. I’m
all over the
board, thrown for a loop.
It
gives perspective (while also
changing it). This
whole ordeal
helped shake things up.
I was
reminded, of course, of what I
don’t want. I ask my
remaining
friends if I’m a glass half empty
kind of guy.
Apparently, this
scares more of them away.
The
whole combination is what I’m
always trying to do, right?
Like
you know. I sit on
the plank
that juts into the little pond.
The sounds of water shake
the world up. What’s
left
of it. Hours
pass. I have
fallen in love with a tree
that I cannot describe.
There are occasional
passers-by and there
is my companion
who calls after each
squirrel he sees.
Grey
squirrels. It is
mostly
peaceful and cloudy.
He calls each of
them Icarus.
