See
the lawn chairs? That is us sitting there,
waiting for a harvest moon
to saunter its way across the sky.
Who will listen
to the futile wailing against the sawtooth
of pare and scrape and suture. Who will notice
According to Chinese astrology,
I was born in the year
of the Rooster, but these days
my way is that of the little sparrow
See the way the sun casts
almost no shadows on the hill
where they sit posing?
I am sure someone snapped
Dear Theo,
Gauguin wants me to paint
from memory but I struggle
against his instruction
when my face craves the sun,