I was Estoniaed out of my mind
someplace north of the carpathians
on a walking tour of Europe
stalking the open road
wishing for a return to normalcy
for now though I’m laying on some park grass
—-in somewhere—-
it’s beginning a cool mist
and amidst the mist I decide
to stay here for a couple hours sleep
hopefully undisturbed
— for I’m disturbed enough already
the hotels too expensive
my wallet too thin
the hostels were too hostile
the park benches too hard
so I opt for some soft grass behind some bushes
where I try to blend in
with purple flower power
