Vienna and St.Ives at the same time
First Heldenplatz
Then Norway Square,
my sister was there
yelling at me
don't know what she said.
Marie was there.
We were walking to Bob's together
worried about him and his gallery.
There was no electricity and he looked a mess.
Poets, musicians on the square waiting to perform.
Then the doorbell rang, a letter from the tax man.
Sometimes I wonder if I am anywhere except
inside myself producing thoughts and feelings.
These little black insects on the paper
are proof enough.