poem #1

Stands of slim-stemmed peonies.
These flowers at my feet are like care.
Under my feet the turf heals.
Dozens of quick saurians feed in deep lawn.
King Kong rules behind those Egyptian gates.
The zipper on my windbreaker is stuck.
The large pink tulips are out of place.
I told that cat not to swat the bumblebee.
A great blue heron is flushed by a jogger.
The sun is not so large after all. Clouds are larger.
Crows exhale.
Last night I was blotto.
The house we had in 1930 offered a great view of Los Angeles.
Overlapping herringboned leaflets. Red socks.