inattention
and a sagging roof
seen through the window
while breaking from meditating
to write down sundry thoughts
once
I tried to save the world
then I tried to save my soul
now I try to make
it through the day once
I tried to save the world
then I tried to save my soul
now I try to make
it through the day once
I tried…
there's
a mist from the February thaw
and its warm or dismal
as I call
it warm
or dismal
I blow out the
candle
to reduce the violence
my carbon foot-print this morning across
the way
the garage roof sags under the weight
of the snow
the years and
I'm still here
with little accomplished
breath in
breath out
and so
much ephemera
caught under my nails I'll
clean it spanking new
and bring this poor excuse of a poem
to you
cause
you know once I tried to
save the world
then I tried to save my soul
now I try to make it through
the day | 
