Apologia

There was asphalt
 and a stream of metal cages
   my mind was on
a thousand shiny songs
  a million darkened outcomes
 and in my shirt pocket was
     a poem you wrote
     about bluebirds,
something quiet and  simple
      elegant, but without
 giving a damn about feng shui
       and it is somewhere
by the door or sleeping next to
         a candy wrapper.
I hope it doesn't take this the
      wrong way.
I'll get to it tomorrow
   i promise