he comes out of the front door
walks down the front steps
that bisect the berm
walks to the drive way, picks up
what appears to be a piece
of aluminium siding
tosses it in the yard
walks to a large tree located
on the easement, and proceeds
to scratch his back on it
up and down
like a dog might rub its
side along a fence
climbs in the van, starts, depresses
brake lights, puts the van in gear
and drives north; I'm unsure,
yet don't really care, where
he's headed

the grounds go in the basket; consider for a moment
the task at hand
particulates, granular, titular
beowulfian;
elevator shaft high-dive
principle meat eating tendency driver
sole-salvation quick start
bookkeeper beehive
kamikaze slam dance

each morning starts like a
facsimile of some other
morning unfolding in your life
and elsewhere - do not fret

this day has not been
written yet