A very busy blue jay
in the grass,
spraying himself
with chewed bits.
I can’t seem to get
going this morning.
Why is it
other animals
don’t get tired?
Avoiding, I guess,
that Woody Allen film
that started too late,
lacking the husband
who lost his pillow,
the cat leaping
up on the bed,
the foot quilt
weighing me down
so that I could not