hedy1

If you ever see me at a Greyhound station
remind me to tell you about time.
But if you see me on the bus
I am alone in a portal
so please don't disturb me -
on the paper napkin dream
number in a matchbook bed
red gingham sheets in
the middle of october on a
magic gingham ride
clouds and pastels
suddenly died.
Bird wings. And I'm a Seagull
on a fresh water body, I
embody my
cognizant refrain.
This summer,
I will refrain from seagulls and
feed the eagles instead.