I saw a dead pigeon today
it was grey
and its legs were clutching its chest
and its wings were clutching its chest
and it looked like a cartoon dead pigeon does when it all goes stiff
but with its head back and to the left.
I looked for a pink hat
or a book depository
but these were not leads
and I was not a detective.
I have not lived near earth where churches grow
once or twice I’ve bathed in mountain water
I haven’t talked to you for periods of time
best measured by events:
our-new-garbage-disposal-is-called-the-badger and would-you-like-to-see-it time
because time is just a series of events
and all of them everything
and so what if most of my dreams are about waking up?
we are all practicing for something
like a phone call
or a good nights sleep
and all of it everything.