Certain

Steel rails along the concrete and glass.
The green leaves from the branches rise.
I was by the side of a brook once
says the old man. In Michigan.
The man sat alone and switched to French….
Il y a donc là quelque chose qu’on peut
bien entendre, grâce à ce qui m’a fait attendre, eh bien…
The wind was a little cool and moist
and the old man coughed and whispered
by the start of tomorrow he finished
I will be another day. And another day.
Until Sunday when I am home. And here in Michigan.
There was a Tiger at the Zoo where he had been that day.
There was a Lioness. And there was a pizza.
And Iced Tea. And the luxury of never knowing.
What is the cover of the new page.
What is the sawdust that shaves upon the concrete floor.
I was a child once around nine. Or was it seven.