pass / time.

i am here but am not hearing

poetry on jeans

the week is already done

the movement of time

i have surfaced.
signaled by bird-noises

all-around distractions-

when its brightest

there is a chill but it is warming

as moving builds to epiphany

in front of everything

painting scribbles in the early day-

early day-

am surrounded.
sound of wind through room window

graffiti on walls

closest in the afternoon, all

to the thoughts of things, of

dodos singing sadly.