impromptu
all day in the sun
then wood to a house
for bookshelves
truck lumber
and dirt in the lines of
my fingers
and some helicopters
looking for the most recent
shooter
gunman
man
always a man, isn't it?
drinking beers in the potting shed
we are talking about anarchism
and capitalism
and sweating
and tomorrow is only a dream
and tomorrow only
is real
and up high flies a
heron
clouds that are dark
and a cool night
thirsty
i am here
and i move for water
i am here
and outside
where i was
a river moves
and clouds move
and i wish for movement

what is real
and movement