It's not that I am overwhelmed

I am not overwhelmed.

it's not that it is too much

it is not too much.

& I can't speak for the the rest of you

& why would i want to

speak for the rest of you?

I do not want to.

But, I have a reason for

living.

One that was not previously there.

& the orbit has meaning 

& there is meaning in orbit 

The room was sick with magazines, the chain had been released

In the darkness you could see her fingers sick with rings

I came across a stolen bike

a lock & three playing cards.

the cards?

a three of clubs; an ace of diamonds & a seven of hearts

two red, one black.

The trees were unnameable.

Not by any fault of the trees,  

You see it was my unwillingness to

find the previous owner of the bike.

After all...it was beautiful

& rode so well.