on Sunday
I fix the light out back
get some groceries
burn old branches
in the backyard
under the giant oaks
drink beer in the shifting sunshine
move inside
put a symphony on the record player
I don’t know who it is
the brown lamp
in the green room
is peaceful
an old dictionary
open on the desk
smells good
I saw ur smoke…Mi amigo…from the wind temple. Ur a hawk on the smells of oxford street. Col Huett. C ur poems online now…ur signals 2 the brothers