April 22 2003
Eight-hundred nine

thick expectation and thick hand
clearly mortal and hop-a-long
old across seas and purchase
and theft
dying along the love line, to song
season in some common parent rime and crazy
one after one after one
strumming among the many dead
thick finger rimming
day drink and up
sun
thanks
dread
head tilting back to smile at the heat
answering easily and studying
clay