minivan, Ativan, moon in my hands:
—Joseph Lease
The running water is always nice. On
lesser days there is sleeping and sleeping
and further dreamlessness.
Birthday
hands (shaking drowsiness) in leagues.
I can see the occasional passerby. Lots
of grey squirrels Otto keeps calling
Icarus (each squirrel).
Mostly peace-
ful, cloudy, quiet, nice.
Broke like
never before (not sunny today like
yesterday, but not as windy). So
soothing and beautiful.
On location
in Shakespeare Garden: ferns. Walk
the small distance, neck glistening
like water off a duck’s back.
