DON'T
BELIEVE
IN
THE
FUTURE
A week:
Heard
Morris and the Muslims
Pueblo Songs
Plans for a sailing adventure
The backing track
Typewriter
The same phone-conversation three times
The voice of somebody I know, for the first time in months
"When you look into a mirror, it's actually a reverse image.."
A Brave New World
Seen
Graduates
Flattened Dads
A tidy kitchen
Green enclave
6 AM
Received
A flight to Portugal
Phonecalls
Sandwiches
Moccasins
Contract
Instructions
A letter with a drawing of a french man on the envelope
Made
Plans
Decisions (not without difficulty)
Money
Sketches
Sandwiches
Songs
(garden poem)
The garden
Which, earlier
I had regarded as off-limits
Was suddenly thrown open.
A bicycle handlebar,
Black-rubbered and gleaming
In the seven o' clock sun
said, "look".
And two round faces
Beamed back;
The mean with white beard
and rolled-up jeans.
And purple,
Wobbled flesh about the hips,
Patched shadowy beard
Said "Goodbye".
Goodbye
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