Regards

When you stay
home from work
Monday morning and sit
on the deck in the sun
with some tea and a book
creatures
come and investigate that shit
because they know
you’re not supposed
to be there. A squirrel
applies the brakes atop the fence
having climbed the flip side not expecting
a monster to rise in his sights. A big bumbling bee
hovers like a chopper near your head
and you were going to swat him
but instead you laugh and wave
like a nut because you’re not
at your job and at times
it can be nice to be regarded.