This morning I saw
a spider dead in his web—
and swept him away
That dollop dropping
from a plump bird on a branch
is no snowflake, man!
Rushing to meet her—
a man asks for five dollars
and I give him ten
*
I giggle to see
a giggling face in the wall—
patch of plaster
Crowing the rough roof
if a decrepit old house—
tv antenna
A smell or a glimpse
and suddenly I’m somewhere
else : Bulgaria!
*
Gruff buses plowing
through lakes of rain in the street—
gushing steamy sound
Startled from typing—
the yard’s full of squalling birds!
Grey late spring morning
Chewing a sandwich
by the train tracks—homeless man
with red rosy cheeks
*
A green peak glowing
in cloud-veiled morning spring sun—
Mount Tamalpais
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