On King Street

The Trow’s resuscitated – see the blackwhite gable draped along in hanging baskets.

Permanence Obscene

Where once I was I am no more – no longer does that me exist.

Their lines stretch finite.

Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.

I switch from now to then; from then to now.

Reincarnate, they live as long as us.

Dusk deepens.

Of ink; of thought.

The time that passed.

Notebook completed; page un-blanked; th’caress of wind-soothed heat.

私はいくます; いくました.

In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.

Coffee stains.

Did it?

Yes indeed.