today at fifteen thirty nine

Eventually this will make sense

Oh he’s terrible they say
And that’s totally fine
Or they’re still confused even

The pleasantries of sound
Scout in disagreement with my presence
A murder of crows sending the message
Perhaps the owner scared of persons
As if the bark would frighten me

Silly old bear
What time Friday morning?
I literally have no idea what you’re talking about
We both have to agree
Sipping coffee is a good thing
Everybody knowing
Except for me
Goldie, about fifty thousand
Should get a cheaper package

I keep to myself under the hanging oak tree
Listening to the world walk by
In clips and phrases recording
Snippets of others
Reminding me that it’s always time for coffee