Tiny the child,
sunscreen smooth on his cheeks
like clown white

Grateful, at last, at
(farting my way through Thursday)
…enforced hermitude

Like a taffy pull,
bumblebee clung to one side
of the clover

How forlorn,
the truck’s rumble
without the truck

Imagination
disconnected, I tune
in to the night

Profundities,
the faintest of echoes…
concrete garage

Too tired to care
whether moths go condo
in that damn bathroom

Chilly July…
fresh-shaven cheeks against
my robe’s collar

The dog
finished its days,
panting in the hay

They’re cheering for…what…
being alive after all?
(I stay upstairs)

Robert De Niro
lets everything ride
on an eyelid twitch

As the dog is in
the early morn, so too
my own panting

Refrigerator
cools, what I want it to–
Yet I insist, more!

No breeze–
door one-quarter open…
two sandals

Twin flies
over chicken Caesar–
deaf to argument

Crows have opinions–
fine, but must they menace
fragile music?

The woodman’s hat
catches only one
falling star

Today only,
black man on a black bike…
northward

Afraid to put on
Bill Evans…
so many depths