For Al Momin

Study the stars, weave a basket
      stall traffic
treasures of the attic
or mossy sag frantically
step one step     counting the orbits
who giggles and doesn't emotion
"we are all interested in communication"

oh chocolatey evensong, even so
well it's tiring
the formalism of clarity
all action is drift
to care about another
or cycle endlessly in the golden cylinder
drop out, or misfire

or squat in the sticks     definitely wallpaper
Al's a nice human being and, these days, an excellent dresser
but no fearful albino!
It's better. Nice to see you.
This morning, viscous dogs.
In New York, the capital,
"Everything works out. That's just the way it is."

Here, a beer, and one day bike over the same bridge.