| the first bud on a naked branch in a naked
tree makes me want to dance | the crows gather i'm a little scared last year
in this steep alley i was attacked by an angry pair whose baby had been killed
by a cat | at the bottom of the hill: my doublewide trailer bank i deposit
a check what little i have is good as spent on books lunches booze longplaying
stereophonic record albums but at least i don't support a car and as i listen
to the traffic roar at center of the universe intersection in
fremont
i wish everyone else would silence theirs so we'd have a fighting chance
of hearing buds open or the sound of flapping wings when fed-up crows attack
--Yak's
Restaurant, 3 pm |
