opened the door, today rushed in;
i know the bug man is coming;
he's dressed as Robert.
a regular-man disguise.

my grass is still crying;
the mower is winning;
growth, the god of change
is already starting.

a centipede moves with intent;
from a distance he appears
as though he's wandering.
as a bothersome wind shifted.

maybe this autumn day was misfiled;
and is now back on the calendar.
becoming a slow boat to China, the one
that never lets retirement set-in.

a fly, i knew, flew past me;
he said he was looking for you.
i gave him directions. i saw
Odie: counting lazy lizards;

seems all is well. but then
there is tomorrow and the next.
lazy words carry a backpack
of meanings--many per head.

09/03/2009

Posted on 09/03/2009
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