human error
the details here
are not important
maybe there was
a washing machine
on the roof
a cracked pot
of blue jasmine
teetering over
the parapet
I was there
with my big
mouth
holding up
my clown suit
the rain
poured down
in ladles which
is not important
unless there was hope
for a spotless exit
I see them now
the things I should have done
locked the roof garden
twisted and pulled out
each tooth like a tick
yelled about women
and cockpits and pecking
for worms
I should have
said something
better but
if you are wondering
if I waited
yes,
with the wilt
of an abandoned
tulip I waited
and waited
to be plucked out
of the mulch
for a swamp mouth
to open and call me
a good green thing
worthy of light