Blue Poles suite Jan 9th
I post a trendy ‘multi-function Head Tube’
then head to the lake, a guano scent hangs
over the water, the spoonbills are skittish,
a coot flies down creating a beautiful circular
slump in the green body.
My father will be slumped in his chair
the black fungus crowding his bald scalp,
the cancer’s energetic, growing and weeping,
can I shake the future far from the tree?
A duck lands shaking leaves on the bank.