So where

are we with this thing?
At what point does pleasure become annoying?
I am
At the intersection of
Valencia and 16th

or Page in front of the branch library

or on a cruise going from fjord to fjord
each brighter
and with more waterfalls than the last

or in your parlor
suddenly taken with pain and lethargy

on your sofa
in a chair
perched on a stool

seagulls screeching overhead
the sun burns the pale skin and scalp of
all gathered on the deck
watching scenery sail by.

Tiny villages and farms
people and cows.

Seagulls in Seattle.