When I heard a bird
this morning I didn’t make
his song an idea
Emptily I watch
ice cubes melt in orchid pots—
I am all of them
I spray cool water
on a parched tomato plant—
scent of gratitude
*
They’re building a house
across the street that doesn’t
want to be built
—paraphrased from Charles Bukowski
I hate to say it—
Jack Kerouac drank all his
Buddhism away
Even dazzling stars
eventually grow dim—
Tom Cruise ages too!
*
Footsteps echoing
in the empty office hall—
and then one tired sigh
Regarded by youth
as a faintly irksome ghost—
this is getting old!
When the sun went down
I knew I shouldn’t take it
so personally
.
