There are only two city blocks between me and the homeless couple with
army jackets who are suffering away the night
on the church lawn.
Only a half-mile between me and the million-dollar Frank Lloyd Wright
homes overlooking the river.
It can swing either direction now.
No matter. The hum of living is the same on the way up or down.
Throw your release at it.
Eating brunch on the veranda.
Surviving another week despite the radiation burns.
Look even
more closely.
Where is the matter?