Like some kind of mechanical bird
I awoke with the sun
Yawning into existence.
What thoughts have I of the future?
My heart made ambling jumps
From the tree stump in the front yard
To the rusted wheelbarrow
Oxodized in industry
Turning my head from side to side
Seeing only in peripheries
I took wing to the loquat tree.
*painting: Self Portrait as Loplop’s Sister, Max Ernst