we've talked before, he's always running and picking up trash. i picked up a tequila bottle precarious on the edge of spider bridge as he was coming round the other side with trash and recyclables and we met at the bin. he was on a mission as they say and we haven't talked for a while, we do our daydreamy routes, we know each other, but this is mike and sierrra and sierra wanted to stop with us by the swamp. then mike offered to share with me his ambrosia and i said thank you kindly but i'd get too distracted to do my seven walks. i might just jump in the lake though it's only 52 degrees and i'm filled with longing and trepidation as i know it's got a toxic parts per million i can't rightly assess but it isn't clean and i may not be able to swim again which just makes me cry what we do to the water we can't enter no more safe nothing safe the plastic particles in us the particulate sky no life will come before profit til we die no life is safe and i think maybe i should have partaken of mike and serra's ambrosia and we make the world still it is our air we can dance even awkwardly it is our dance and poetry our awkward poetry even awkward it's you. dance how you feel like dancing and write it free and that's what poetry means. think of it as dance and think the words that pop in your head are your poetry and it helps. thank you kids for listening.