December 12 2003
One-thousand forty-three

pony air over water, outlandish crowd
blistering history, now and away, an odd photo in a lane shop
century snap next to a swell of cracking
books, one or many in leather, one or many expressing a gold face
students probing from rain
warmer air and an odd figure emerges from cloth or reading

peel reel high jinks in the drying head the drink
last night the low smart and stupid age of afternoon
sunny pony and outlandish pool
pacing places under atlas
shelves and at lasts
and one foot still falls after one foot still falls