Today is the song I sing. Today I’m here, because I am here still. Today is the wandering child and today is the thoughtless day. If I have a thought, let it only be one: “the greatest of these is love.”

Because yesterday was flowery construction in countless forms, today is the day of flowers. Because last night was the cold, long, and painful passage, today the night has passed. Because tomorrow—that vow—has never come, today is the song I sing.

YUM in the park (Bye a Squirrel)

There he is, that new old man

Wrinkle face, walking can

He just sees me, ‘neath my tree

I smile, agent

Will you believe me?

New cashew just dropped💯

YUM

In the park

YUM

In the park

I’m a refuge, he’s a regular

Now we’re surrounded, where’s my editor

And the real livers fime

Planning the food, its grabbing time

Grabs and grabes and grabers fime

Once you get yours, may I get mine?

Then go to the top of the tree

I’ll fight you for it

When killt for a cashew

If you don’t share, I’ll scratch your stature

But enough gets every,

So thanks old man,

So this was just your new old plan?

So please, let me get this straight… so you thought:

YUM

In the park

YUM

In the park

All along?

One step ahead, me, I’m late, we all move, no one said

Damn, thanks old mamn

YIKES

The chewed ball is so potent that it is spat back up. Street lights by the pond and drunkonalities, joy-tears preceding bathroom trips, fist-bumping knuckles, and scratches on legs and arms, grass stains, turf burns, noogie sandwich. Bits of insight, regurgitated and incomplete. Yes, this is my life and I’ve thrown it up into my hands. Head down and red-faced, now I am shoving it down the sink. Outside you won’t guess what’s on the picnic table. Yikes