a brown bird sat on my windowsill this morning
and I thought I saw a banana slug on my walk home tonite.
but… it was a stick.
however the puddles are real, and it’s been raining like 1998 here.
never has the bicycling been so epic, or my pants so wet.
my new little room is perched at the edge of my house
like the smallest ship’s prow
and I am proud to live in 7’x10′ and like it.
I can see the trees dancing while I read the Republic.
at least these sorts of things are good