automatic sprinklers in la turning on

(May 2022. Another decentralized poem in LA on Billy’s porch. I wrote the first two lines, the rest is all Billy. An interesting model of how a collaborative poem can work.)

automatic sprinklers in la turning on
are the sound of the end of the colorado poem

And hold both capacity for love and
the courage to give in
As they abruptly cease
Mmh the bubbler esque
Trickle of the self
Pooling around the steep sat faucet
Of my life’s babble

Diminuendoing down into a deluge
Of gentle wasted water cruelly spilt
Upon the weed Laden sidewalk
As the crickets surely rise into their sacrosanct
Allegro

When all the water but ours
Stops, all’s left are chirpings
Which,
underwater moments ago,
seemed so quiet.
Drying air friction lifts legs
now; after the end