11-8

the river from my
porch
a stampede of animals

the river from my
office window yesterday
a fog river
a tongue of smoke
a forest of yellow
steam

looking at the
moldy sunflower heads
on my porch step

thinking of the odd
pub scene last night
the odd energy
knowing I had
to transcend, raising
my soul from my
body above the stage
lights, letting my
body move freely
on the dance floor