The bears are growling
their post-winter empty belly hungers.
Their claw marks on the spring bark
are deep and drawing sap.
I lost a silver earring
in a cow pasture
in Costa Rica.
Along with a few other things.
No one seems to understand.
"Don't you want
to unplug
from those experiences?"
She asked.
"Don't pay
too much attention
to them,"
She said,
"They are left over
from a previous life time."
"At the beginning of Time,"
She started to tell me,
in Albuquerque,
on Copper Street,
around the corner from a church
with the Blessed Mother mosaic en blanco,
and a host of Angels kneeling, singing, praying.
That (instruction) was, like, four years ago now.
Wow.
Time sure does fly when you're having fun.
Or still unspun.
"What's time any way?" asked Ms. Stanley.
We shrugged, unsure, into the mystic.
Hey there.
Eye miss you.
See you soon.
