casemate poems (redux) 3

crowds and crowds waves
roll through barracks square
this overcast saturday afternoon
the potter's water and clay work
drawing close attention
and my typing laughter
memories of precomputer life
imagine if i had fountain
or nib pens and a jar of ink

asked what manner
was what i see is a bob
squirrel—tail likely
lost to a car tire
as it crossed
danger road
not a downtown
groundhog
or woodchuck
loco local
character

bicycle tire necklaces
of other locals walking
with frames at home
non-artists friendly
to musicians and visuals
loving this green city
this wide river valley