CIGARETTE BY A CITY BIN

A cigarette by a city bin at 4am

is a liberating experience due

entirely to my placeless wastage.

Six tiny spheres join the rising sun

concentric to Alexander’s Gordian Knot.

Or if there’s another interpretation

of the sculptured mass I can’t pick it.

I’ll look up the artist one day coming.

I just take a stab instead of untangling

names, dates, and hey, it worked for Al.