I Started the Day Feeling Fine

 

That is, my simple trousers

Hung well

On my stippled

Inefficient legs

& I was right with the world

 

Belonged

On the street

Had contributions—

Beside

The village pump

I sang a short song

 

The seahorse’s coordinates

Had their way with me then

No longer welcome

In the story teller’s circle

I was far at sea

Without friends by sundown