every once & again when a sigh escapes & someone thinks you farted instead just own it & carry on carrying on

whatever pigeons wantlet them have—which is to saysometimes giving upis the best optionespecially ifyou’re carrying aroundloaves of bread

months long sunbreaks & slidesacross sky pan& the fog &funk rise togreet us inbeds split bysweat-slick sheets& look there’s not much tosay except sorryabout the garagedoor & heydid you everbuy any plums?

swamp summer hip-highin minnow mud &frog scum, skyan open tearcrowded by shrub-top& tree-crown & conventthoughts caught on tonguein birdsong & chirrup& things left unsaidin untwinings & whatdid you expect?

sometimesall you cando is eat thedamned potato