There are Figures on the ceiling,
If one knows how to look;
British in retreat, red tails flapping,
Teepees, beside a creek…
All in the peeling plaster, and water stained drywall.
Cone of Vision,
Field of view,
Extending out of two near windows,
As well as the two that I can see, through other rooms.
Trees and Birds, and that Chick with the nice ass,
Sashaying down the street,
Three times a day…
One takes diversion where one finds it.