TWENTY MILLION THINGS:
Dirty breathing in the Emerald City, dust stuck to sweat
in black & blue. Need a rest, a switch-off, a good laugh.
Trying to do too much, or not enough of the right stuff?
Stop, listen to the noise & chuckle. Up at 4:00am, scare
a pigeon off the roof outside my bedroom window, hooting,
inconsiderate. Well, if that’s the limit of all my troubles
I’ll take that as a bargain.