A restless night,
up early.
Yard work at sunrise,
then shower, coffee, breakfast.
Reading headlines:
Ozzie Ozbourne’s cause of death;
Brad Pitt buys a mansion for 12 Million Dollars;
famous women are wearing see-through clothing;
I couldn’t care less about Kanye West.
Evening Tequila, like a savior,
sets this corner of the world upright.
The grassland sighs with the swirling breezes;
the stars are intense, glittering eyes;
a bird, into the good night
floats its sleepy trill.
From: Shorts: Short Poems
On How We Ramble
Unpub. MS p. 60
