real things

 things reflected
refracted
the eye fooled
 it happens frequently
glennis wrote about a machine that sews 
like boro
i see outside
through puzzle of glass and screening
and still try to sort 
inside from out
out from in
and i take a photo 
of more boro
but that's not 
what it really is
instead it's a fashion shoot
on newsprint
faded and sunprinted
but false as the machine
that pretends to be arthritic old fingers
piecing together a life 
from scraps
what do we do about this thing
profit, commerce
that tries to make a buck
from thrift and modesty
and even poverty?

the day

 large hands can manage a few boro stitches
boro and sundowners
(for you who know)  
 melissa reminded me
though she didn't know it
dogbane
 there were a few seedpods left
 so i harvested a packbasketful
in the meadow
(the hill mist and i used to charge up,
jump a fence at the top,
continue on...another life ago)
noted: a large scat. coyote?
bear?
certainly canine-like
 then went to get some wild grapes
i've encouraged them in front of my house
for birds
for privacy
for pleasure
 for a bundle or two
or shifu dyeing
i may take a big chance 
dye a larger shifu cloth
what do i have to lose?