at the Public Market

At the Public Market
Seattle wintertime
A big shaggy bearded man
like Walt Whitman
standing still in the cold rain
with his shivering dog
a cardboard sign on him:

I AM OVER 70
MY DOG HAS THREE LEGS
NOBODY
WANTS US

The hard rain pours down
There is no tin cup

12/12/77
Ferlinghetti, from "Northwest Ecolog"

it's my sunday

it's my sunday

idle intentions imbibing
two tall T and T's
sunday so serenely supposing
my motivations mercurial
yearning yet yawning
sipped sweetness softly
understanding undulating urges
not navigable now
dropping a dime dottingly
and assuaging analysis
yes your yesterday yelps

Poem: Robert Lescatre
Photo: J.G. "Looking North from the summit of Mt. Harvard"

Hanbag

Handbag by Jenna Derge; plastic grocery bags, burlap, Tibetan prayer flags.