Lunch poem

If you took small
things out of
context, could
probably assemble
a tolerable landscape. Talis-
men in yr tote bag — the
post office clock
tower, customs house
cupola, some birds, a
measure of hills. Arrange
them where/when
ever you might come
to rest, lean back,
contented or at least
a semblance of. Lasts
for a minute. What
then?