our small cedar deck with soap
and a bristly brush.
and a bristly brush.
Can’t sit on it
and write,
because the chairs are all off it.
and write,
because the chairs are all off it.
Well, I could walk out
and put a chair back on it.
The birds
and put a chair back on it.
The birds
keep zooming onto the feeders
on either side of the yard, hanging
from the iron clothesline poles.
on either side of the yard, hanging
from the iron clothesline poles.
OK, I’m sitting on it now,
my summer writing spot.
What do you do with the “I”
my summer writing spot.
What do you do with the “I”
in a faux-Asian-form urban
nature poem? You send ‘em off
to buy deck finish.
nature poem? You send ‘em off
to buy deck finish.
