God among the garbage
  Late afternoon and the sun     Breaks through the clouds   Ending the drone of a day long rain,   Coaxing me to stir from the warm   Enveloping depression and   Spiking electric pain of anxious worry   And out to the warm sun with my dog.     Headed for the bare brown woods   Where, hemmed in on all sides   By the sweet deafening crescendo   Of the early spring frogs   And the peace of the warm spring breeze   Stoking my cheek   Crawling things stir to life   Among the breeze-blown leaves at my feet.     Here along the banks to the sweet, earthy pool   I bid bad choices to go   And drop them in the murky water   With hope to never to see them again.     But somewhere between there   And the way back   I take them up again   As I settle in for a smoke   Between my rotting teeth   Near the garbage cans and blowing papers   On the hard concrete   Of the nearby gas station.     Still all this time,   Sitting in the quiet, close, sun-bleached room   And the soft enveloping peace of the sp...
