Lazy vines ripe with sunshine hung from warped board building that no longer keeps its paint attached, slose up their dusty old and sodden from the heavy rains last night, across weed and field and fencing a pair of giant willow catch my eye their thick emerald cascade swaying in the same west wind as I.
I'd lay beneath their boughs but I'm too long from the sun which is burning in my eyes from all the time spent in my home warm humid air compresses with every pollen laden breath I take and though the chaff may tickle my nose its the scent of dark earth I note, I tilt my head to watch the scudding of the clouds another deep breath and I almost doze.
No where else yields so much peace
5/24/04
and wrecked that so fair maiden
her name was Mighty Aphrodite
and she foundered fully laden.
Alas the crew, alas the load
only one thing struck to heart
It twas' so fair a ship to see
so mercilous torn apart.