i
am a wild pink patch of flowers hugging the riverside
coming
to call with happy pizza on a Cambodian home
keeping
the curry spicy and the chicken jerky
surprisingly
alive throughout the burn-out
from weed to wheat grass plantation owner
on
the stoop of Facebook’s self-serving lot
my first love's everything i said i would be
living not to regret the better side of her
what
the rest could not remember
pissing
on the river banks'
not lifting a finger in thanks
thy-selves in mirrors reflective
myself with thoughts of a garden collective
a
plastic bag blows downwind under the bike
a
swarm of gnats hovers beyond the dyke’s ledge
like
wisps of smoke from a burning bush
the
river flowing through as tall bent grass
forgets
what it is thinking of saying
distracted
by the groaning of tires rolling by
the
Doppler effect of meaningless passages
paragliders landing wherever they can
floating fast and buoyant from clouds
as
a frog somewhere croaks in time
like
a wooden fish mantra
the landscape paints my mind
wiping away all that it left behind
july
22, 2017
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