An Economic Breach

Contracts class was cancelled this morning,

so I took my coffee to the porch, where

I smoked fine North Carolinian tobacco

out of a hand-made maple pipe and watched

the sun rise over the cement factory, a train

rolled by, tooting its horn -- a 19th Century

industrialist would stare at this site in marvel,

finding a certain beauty in American industry, but

now . . . hell, even now there's a certain beauty

in the way the sun reflects off those metal chimneys . . .

a bird builds her nest in a tree in the front yard

and the children hustle down the street headed

for school, and I guess I should too for a meeting

of the minds. But this exchange of time in class

for time on the porch was time well spent. Now,

that's consideration.

Raleigh,

3-27-2012