I and the body, by chance we come together.
You know , I distance myself from the body.
Canvas is empty so we people with thoughts
I and the body , we being unwilling buddies.
Kids in the park stage sleep and wakefulness
Seeking each other out in bush and shadow.
Kids hurl no-parking white sign with force
In a white of sky and catch it on green grass.
All the while I and body are coaxing poetry
To happen in parks, on roads, at a bus stop
Between old men from each other’s silence.
We people canvas with images and poetry.