front stoop

pick me up, savvy
there's hardly a better time
for a rendezvouz

cerebral masse

individuals
en masse, si con la gente
derive momentum

***

give me another
walk around the block, so that
we know well the street

chin up

excuse my dream state
it has me plum by the chin,
stares me in the eyes

my idea

how did I get here?
I think someone stole my wheels;
my shoe leather's worn

last I checked, you'd gone
made away with my bus pass–
right. my idea.

we saw bears

we saw bears that day
not avenging some lost Might,
no - turning trash cans

***

my world rotated
as rooted nature grabbed hold
of our nostalgia