Bumbling Poetry No.3

To Boston

Thrown into intimacy,

I try not to knock you

With battered knees and satchel.

Sipping, then clocking your book,

I bring out mine.

Taking you in from splayed corners,

I think we must be much alike,

To come here now, to do this

For some peace in the world.

The gurgling guts vortex around

We, at the very eye of life,

Comfortable as kin.

A blink, in wide relief,

I ease away to unwind

my scattering, scrabbling thoughts.

Goodbye, good luck.

I hope you’re happy.