P.O.D. 6.3.12

passing through the City, then--editing the collaborative 'folds" poem with Val Witte at the top of Yerba Buena Gardens. these pigeons grazed my scone, but i still ate it. the dirt of transit and line breaks, sitting still in the sun. Val and I decide to do the next editing session in one of our apartments, where we can have a palmetry session and sing some of the lines--in lieu of cerebral choices/an alternative to the way editing usually goes/a way to be in space together.