Internet Is Out

Sitting in a chair looking out my front door,

second floor steel steps leading down to

walkway curved to the right, block steps

I had cemented into place so they wouldn’t 

wobble, then a cobblestone walkway,

a few steps, a steel railing I had 

put in, the walk is steep but not too long

up to the street. In front of me a wall of green,

trees and bushes, some wires strung head level,

a little coiled plastic pipe on the ground.

A wall of green, and earth and stone behind the

green. Silent except for the rare car, occasional dog.

No fireworks yet, although I expect 

there will be some. I hardly notice anymore.

Internet’s back on!! 

Fuck it!

It’s only poetry!