a look into the algae pond. the fountain man opened the gate copp always wants to enter. he wanted to feed the ducklings almond slivers for a photo. he had another word for algae which was funny and i forget. i feel sad i want to quit bark obomba. i think of him waiting for me, pooping on the floor. those eyes like the eyes on greek fisherman's boats. i haven't mentioned ukraine what could i say. i see my friend from there each day. readers in ukraine. i wish you would speak. thinking of you. distress all over the planet. the pain of ukraine is ours. and i'm preoccupied with the theft of my bike light my ticklish lungs the toxic water the sanctuaries invaded. copp finds a blue futbol on the wave wild beach. copp finds joy continues.