my poetry day

shopped for Ted Berrigan’s Collected Poems at the bookstore but no luck
tried to read some koans in the bookstore – no patience for them
grubbed a large ball of honeysuckle vine out of the upper yard
opened Calligrammes to a random page and read Fusée
read some of Lisa Jarnot’s Ring of Fire – puzzling
wrote one 50-word stanza on indra’s net
took some pictures of shadows
listened to noisy noisy birds
told them to be quiet