I stood and peed at this spot, not in protest nor anger, solely for it’s old man’s lot. Old man’s lot to pee often, to know without shade of doubt youth and strength slips away from him.
So here, at epicenter of great state California, I pause to empty bladder. Among green lush hills of spring, though it’s autumn of my years, my swollen bladder’s pressing.
Pressing me to find a tree for sake of short term relief. In pee is tranquility. Tranquility that’s short lived as every child of Eve. Oh, such lessons learned through pee.