lost and morally bankrupt it took 3 days
on the freeways till i arrived at
the circulation
station
a place where human nature and
local fauna re
connect
i sat in the pink chair by the open window
where i could shoot the breeze
with enormous
trees
and observe the delicate dance
between soil and
sun
she handed me a bowl of chilled
liquified beets with a spoonful
of sour
cream
sitting off center like a little
glacier lost in a
purple
sea
wondering how the political landscape
got so out of hand i fell asleep
and when i
awoke
the transformation had already begun
looking up i saw all
my branches
now
pathways for birds to mingle and the breeze
to tingle it really was
heaven on
earth
