a riffle in the continuum
Rain falls stopping five feet above-ground
so the little fellers can ride around on their saddle pigs and stay dry
Crazy people hoot and cross busy
intersections on hands and knees as the ladies football parade emits loud sounds
up and down Castaneda Street
some nut in a BE HERE NOW!
t-shirt says to me, Hey buddy, words just put us in boxes!
Oh yeah? I ask, Then
why do you use words?
Suddenly I remembered waking last
night at 3 a.m. when I saw bought-out retirees sleepwalk in herds like a great migration
all across outspread lawns tinted blue by cloud-interrupted moonlight and had
to admit:
They live in the future and I live
in an old-age trailer park
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