a rainy saturday afternoon in june
a good day to relax and read a book
or watch the rich men’s boats
bob up and down at the marina
raindrops tappity on my hat
you think I should come in from the rain
don't tell me what to think
I won't tell you what to think
my antipathy grows with each passing day
only in nature do I find peace
darkness now encroaches silently
the wind dies like we all will
the light for the walkway for the path by my park bench
doesn't come on--is broken, burned out
perfect--I prefer the dark--the shadows of twilight
cars cross the bay bridge
red lights white lights
together but alone
separated by divisions seen and unseen
rubber steel glass concrete time realities
color class indifference
one world but billions of worlds
rarely commingled mostly jingled
jangled bangled mangled
shredded like paper
grated like cheese
yet for all our self-congratulating brilliance
ground into meaningless dust in the end
