I have to begin to send myself out there in some capacity.
Cramp the drift of the community-spirited into a minor time.
Mopping the floor may flatten my grip today but
increases my chances for less psychological floundering.
An undershirt, a moldy morning of duress and courtesy.
I have taken on a lover and have met suitors in various
workstations. I live in the pulse of art-making and capital.
I drink probably a little too much every other week.
Simply put, I am aware that I have established a
tender community of mindful people and drunks.
Amazed at this, actually.
There are two sets of flowers;
of their blue color and their yellow color.
Oh, how every man relates to the natural world differently
and to women the same, so we have not been compared,
there is nor real dichotomy that behavior rests in,
just theory for talk, acting out for action.
Climbing the stairs with groceries slung over the middle
of the arm and I hobble very quickly.

                                                           for Ruth Margraff