a seagull ruckus
over starbucks coffee shop
with blown-out windows
everyday life
the crests of towering clouds
some avoid looking
The Blessed Mother stands at the end
of the corridor of mannikins
that beat themselves up
and bemoan their lack of grace
Mary of course is herself full of it
hummingbird in the rain
works its way up a trellis
of bougainvillea
the smudgy moonrise
furtive racoon and offspring
vast city center
I come forward
from my rocking chair
skeined with theatrics
to continue the poem without end
diadems reach the same shores
the same conclusions
up front on the bus
a cross of ashes
on her young forehead
senses my awareness
in back of her mind
a bus seat behind
when someone missed Mass
seeking blessing seeking grace
we shared our ashes
pariah par excellence
parsed in the parish register
Moellering Field
benediction from a passing bus
middle aged awake
lies in the long green grass
one cloudy weekday
vehicular atavism
broad parkscapes at the Port of Oakland
well maintained but lightly visited
today the scene of a momentous drag race
we drive past in a 1967 VW bus
No race on at the time
mildly resentful looks
unintelligible comments
leather jacket toughs near choppers
theorhetorically speaking
significant trees
and watery breeze
are my realities
no screen at home
no library today
patterns of sunlight
the side of a ship
crisscross ripple effect
worrisome warm weather
sun goes behind a cloud
naturalism responds
to no jacket on
walking on the water surfaces
naturalism responds
with another dreary fact
December 2014-March 2015
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