Impermanence/Route 40


The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov

Pleading With A DJEMBE Thief

I couldn’t resist asking this man what a DJEMBE is. Apparently it’s a make of drum. He told me somebody stole it a couple of nights ago. That and his clothes too! He didn’t mind the clothes being gone but, he REALLY wanted his drum back.

I’m not sure how effective standing on the edge of a busy street holding a sign was going to be but I wished him luck. He seemed like a nice guy.