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an American flag

falls over

& I think 

of Timothy Leary’s death

& I clean a 

a hash pipe screen

using a Kinky Friedman guitar pick.

Sunday afternoon

becomes more somber

but in the echoes

of fire sirens calling

I still feel fine.

Nothing is happening again

& there is absolutely nothing

unusual about that.

I stoke the fires of incense

& hear the saxophone call

I remain unsure

if I should take action

the sun is up

as is the temperature

That may well be

more than enough.

6-2-96