masses
ruby
how
is
it
i
communte
forty
minutes
to
commune
with
traffic
breakfast
black
coffee
scones abound
they
drop
muffiny bits
and
chatter
on
cell
phones
where
are
the
guinea hens
the
silence
punctuated
by
the
rooster's
crow
and
the
silence
rushes
over
me
yet
i
am
far
from
alone
050622
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from