I blame the sun for my bad posture

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I.

I want to walk
Like Jimmy Stewart
in “Mr. Hobbs takes a vacation”

while birdwatching,
he’s bending his knees
lower than Limbo

leaving arms free to point a
finger revolver At the sun

II.

It might slow an avalanche
of societal changes
which leave me catatonic,
lying in great piles of leaves,
pretending to read palms

(it’s ok if you don’t believe me)