(crunching)
I hear the cat,
crunching his food,
the garbage truck
grinding the trash
from the street
down below –
and the wind
chime, fortunate
enough not to
know singing
back to the Monday
gardeners, taming
the neighbor’s
yard.
3/8/99
(crunching)
I hear the cat,
crunching his food,
the garbage truck
grinding the trash
from the street
down below –
and the wind
chime, fortunate
enough not to
know singing
back to the Monday
gardeners, taming
the neighbor’s
yard.
3/8/99