Interrupted greenness laps at a concrete shore.
Squat bushes like smudged thumbprints
ubiquitous ferns with a grace of lowness
No single berry or petal resides
Birds are gone or struck dumb
I am stopped in this nondescript time and place
out of fatigue, tension, and the chewing of unpalatable thoughts
on this long and lonely trip home.
The idiot noise of the highway derby buzzes by.
I regret that I must rejoin it soon.
But I sit and sip some coffee.
Things have a vital brightness here.
Each is a home unto itself.
There is permanence, potential.
The verdant perfume of forgetfulness.
Please…I…tell me what is needed, this day.
So things can be set right.
Please, oh please.