Walk to work, August 24th 2007

They are not waves on the ocean,
They are the ocean waving.

Man rides his bike by me from behind
carrying two coffees in a cardboard tray.
He had one of those perfectly circular
bald spots on the back of his head.
As he went around a corner ahead,
bushes blocking the view of his bike and
body, his head looked like a giant
sunflower with black petals and a khaki center.
I think someone is lucky to be having coffee
brought to them this morning.

We are not people in the universe
We are the universe peopling.