and I’m reading Simic..thinking of the poet’s life…of words…of listening…watching…recording…always looking….

in parks…taverns…behind dumpsters…confession booths…Buddhist gardens…public bathrooms…day labor halls at four in the morning…a city bus…

the unfolding of life….to tell the story truthfully….nothing disingenuine…don’t leave anything out….placed on the page…

nothing ties…nor binds…nothing held…no tricks up the sleeve…just honesty…muti-layered…rich…complex….honesty…

this is poetry…it is not a blog or a brand….a gimmick…there are souls out there dying of hunger…

feed them…