Ubiquitous

The ubiquitous
filmmakers.

It takes four
to film the
freeway.

Filmmakers
looking at me.
Me looking at
filmmakers
looking at me.
And if
filmmakers
looking at me
looking at them
looking at me,
then certainly,
me looking at
filmmakers
looking at me
looking at them
looking at me
looking at them.

Oh, I have a headache now.

It's strange what things
stick in the back of my memory...

There is the vivid memory
of a wrought iron fence
atop a wall of tan stone
covered in a dark green paint
more like an enamel
glittering in the sunlight
just after rain.

How did that get stuck
in a dusty corner of my
mind?
It means something...
I'm sure of it!