Some days begin with a swim
Some days begin with a swim.
A man in a heavy coat, unties his shoes
on the back of a boat, places them
next to a handwritten note, jumps in.
Some days it's coffee, the dogs woof,
a flock of green parakeets...
an old heron on top of the roof.
There are swans gliding;
coots fight in the dreamy slumber of morning,
and a man slides into the soup
for the cold to take hold and take him under.
Some days cows and horses,
a bridge with faded flowers and tributes,
some days, love, affection,
and some connection; some evenings
scarlet skies brewed from rainbows