-Britten, and a gathering of my senses-

May, 2014

1.

last night I calculated the risks, and I've concluded this morning

that my chances of being bumped-off by cause of collision on route 6 east

over Memorial Day weekend decrease significantly if I stay put.

––early birdsong from my station near the river will better serve me

than sounds of traumatized sheetmetal and injection-molded plastics

blistering by gasoline on fire.

–– so it’s Benjamin Britten's Piano Concerto, (Ah, the Impromptu!)

followed by something from the shelf.. and later, near lunchtime,

a leisurely walk to the never-say-die UltraMart, open 24/365, for a cold drink

and a pint of raspberry sherbet for the home freezer. ––so I'll stay put;

jot a few ideas down after the news,–– then decide on a poem-writer:

–– Hannah Sullivan's "Three Poems" which I started reading last Thursday

until she tied my brain in a knot.

I'll clear my head of the loopy news cycles and try again, later.

––for lunch, a grilled Swiss with vine tomato on seedless rye sounds about right.

2. and fini.

my head's revolving erratically around Britten's fierce Piano Concerto,

and like distant Pluto around the Sun,–– I'm wobbling like a drunk,

and I've bailed on Hannah Sullivan for the second time. –– mea culpa.

as to the late midday count on route 6 east I'd rather not know,–– but

I've decided to spring for lemon/lime as raspberry isn't available at the flickering,

silver-glistened, never-ending UltraMart!