cloudy morning, no call no show, warming in god power choice on a bench beside the river walking path

water fills in a valley
flows through
now it is flat
like a shimmering parking lot
"it is a very soothing garden
you just want to stay there"
one after another fighter
scars, rip the guts of
the sky
the sky guard trembles
the river's unhindered
"he said, feed it w/
vitamin D
so I did
& they're huge
& they're blooming."
the tow-boat has the drone
of a bass drum
& the tenor of chopped
up waters
dog walkers
reckon the sky freight
joggers scuff their breath
"she'll let 'em out
& they'll potty."
prominent nipples through a jogging suit
a neck & wrinkled face
"see what the new James Bond
is like
well, he has blue eyes."
the moisture from the damp
wood bench has transmitted
to the seat of my pants
married pairs ambulate
w/ empty mouths, wordless thought
then it is all clear
the morning people
go home to their nests
to cook bacon & eggs
abandon the birds
more chirps of worms
& songs for murder
& i am w/ them
outside of the program
& the warehouse
of moving boxes
where
they've registered me
to be.