People are walking by my
picnic bench. Most of them
are in pairs. And it is not exactly
my bench. I happen to be sitting
here. And there is a backpack
often attached to me
on top of the table.
Also, coffee. Anyway,
something about possession
and tenths and the law. Cars
are also driving by. Large trucks,
animal control, electric bikes,
scooters, Volkswagen, loafers
on a bicycle. Mazda, for good
blue measure. Am I conscious
of the words that my mind is
forming? As conscious as the
trees of their limbs and green
leaves, hot under the two o'
clock sun. Gray pants bike
by. Possibly also loafers, I
did not notice what was
below the white socks. I
see a trash can. Clouds.
Roman Ryan 