four years
is always already enough:
four years Europe,
four years New Brunswick,
four years Saskatchewan already coming up this September
it seems I'm always moving in September
as if I'm still a semester's creature
without birthday in-between my birthdays
I learned early to celebrate
when I wanted what to celebrate
whatever I wanted
and
nothing to re-inforce authorities
providers of double-headed 'festivities'
so, another garden-house
but with a much bigger garden
anywhere where there may be such...
where no hammer no shots shut up the birds
where no whispers shut down the village
But with sunshine to sit under
with nights warm enough to grow cucumbers
and germinate beans and their flowers turning into fruit
and always on a bus line so to be close enough to an airport
that can carry me towards some sort of liberation
hope ! like a win in a word puzzle a grim grin
a fool's sense a one-way choice
no radio, no tv, no car, no humans
all masks must cease
am not looking for something other than what it is