prefer the former,
but in the absence of it
you’ll take the latter.

the long-awaited
medium nib pen arrives
just two weeks later.

leave it where it falls,
wound up in knots, compelling
brief suburban scrawl.

from the old chapel
where we came to see you off,
I bid fond farewell.

flowers in that bed,
unlike their sweeter cousins,
are pungent instead.

sitting in a car,
waiting at the park-and-ride
for you to arrive.

how many books has
Art Garfunkel read since June,
1968?