They walk around wearing shirts
with Andre the Giant prints:
OBEY.
Whom?
The president?
Better luck with Andre the Giant
or perhaps the new White House Aide
Boso the Clown
who won´t have a job next week
for dis-obedience.
So I obey,
the whims of the present:
fog, sunshine, smells, and intentions.
Moments of clarity:
bees hanging around jacarandas,
waves of whitewater crashing on the shore.
The Bird's Song 