9.
Sunday grey day Sabbath and
snarl engine car start
for cranberry juice
and donuts.
As I make the early morning jaunt and forget
myself -
on the run for donuts, approx a dozen
or so (er so)
thinking about varieties of
power struggles, meek bird chirp
message on arrival to Pettit’s
Donuts on 16th street off the dim
shoulder of downtown Omaha
across the street from Sol’s Pawn
disco/rap/hip-hop thump-bump
from some unseen passerby
junk car vehicle mayhaps
closer to the pawn shop across
the street.
And it occurs to me as I hear the wiry
early morning bird sing-song whip blurt
that the only answer is to be active at all
times.
(August 17th, 2014)
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