By The River Where I Often Walk Angrily

By the river where I often walk angrily

Birds lined up on the spokes of an old bicycle wheel

Have to me the cunning of co-workers on the first day

Them knowing what’s what and where’s where

While you are neither here nor there.

See otters flop and slip on the rocks up ahead and is that one staring me down over there?  Bubbles on the water.  Back to work Monday.  Life and death.

get to the park and sit and sit and sit----enjoy the trees whippersnappers really held in check by MA wind and me a child of nature too underprivileged I should say in comparison my leaves lesser flakes of the leaf world and left to lie unnoticed there never picked up by MA wind and held not even a boot falls and yet underprivileged as I am still I sit and sit and sit----what a legion of green and evolution-tricks my autoptical garden of life-tricks scarlet lupins and poppies pink and blue hydrangea golden galaxies spinning and bees bees bees knitting it all together on the payroll incentive strong work conceivably handy and will you look at that squirrel up there doesn’t know how good he’s got it know all about it wouldn’t you if knee-deep in spreadsheets banished forever from mind and sit and sit and sit----what are these fears which prevent me signing on signing up
oh to be a raspberry
or grouseberry oh to be selected from the many
listened to attended to
by good-humoured yeomen
and bees bees bees  

By the gates where I often exit accidentally

A small sign praises the tillers of this land long ago

And a statue of the owner has a gull on his head

Walk back along the river and see the wind has blown

The otters away home