warbles
and whistles and car horns
—
my cottage in the city mowing
the lawn — hey, it’s
Poh Seng's birthday! low-flying
chopper crossing
the clear-cut — tree
planters half
moon, the frogs chirping we put on
our pyjamas
I
pick nasturtiums from
the crowded pot sticky
with slug slime someone has chiselled footholds into the brazil nut tree at the dog run people only know each other by their pets’ names clouds
building to the west — happy
hour Motel
Sunrise under
construction since
1990 I’ve stopped
littering but the birch trees haven’t just one moon snail shell on China Beach today — singing lesson