Monday

come and go blues



me, you
the cat sitting
in the window
the window
watching the bird
singing in the tree
that also comes
and goes.  big

moons the same
size they were
yesterday. big
moving small
and small into
yeah yeah yeah
big again.

old party or
new neither
really turns
the trick for
me maybe
they should
maybe they
could if only

this bird would
stop singing.