I seek out asylum,
A respite from the monsoon of
Pop-fizz realities and urgent
Chemical inundations.
.
I find it
Behind the abandoned Target store
On an 80-degree day in summer,
Where I
.
Park behind the store’s barracks
Which block me from Yosemite Sam
Searching me for weed.
.
Off in the distance,
About 200 feet away or so,
A good-looking girl
Of about 20 or so
.
Gets out of her car with a basketball
And starts dribbling
And shooting.
.
I hadn’t even known
There was a basketball hoop there.
.
I sit there in my car,
Which is off
With the windows down,
For about half an hour,
.
Just thinking,
Thinking about my place
In this rat race and
.
Thinking about how to pay respect
To this sunny, 80-degree day off, and
I am doing just that with this
.
Silhouette of my anatomy’s counterpoint
Off in the distance like a siren or sage,
Complementing my soft-bellied lethargy
With athleticism and
.
Committing a sagely,
Unambitious
Act of summer.