Gray column of gnats rising,
the bamboo, brown and bent,
nods and creaks,
grill smoke hangs in the leaves
so it looks like winter in a 98~ day.
Friends sitting around
talking about caring and being,
swatting mosquitoes, nibbling Doritoes,
pulling blades of grass and doing hawk whistles,
I wanted to stay a while with them,
these engaged couples on a lazy day,
but the stuff about “to care”
left me out among the gnats.
Yeah, caring is the movement
out of the egocentric.
Yeah, if it’s got a place to go.
