augury doggerel

Wednesday, May 14, 2003


We have lightning and rain then sun and rain again. I rub the water off my head and feel my skull through the bristles, water springing up from my fingers and spraying this paper.

I like the brown-burred madman outside in a discarded suit and wingtips. He's one foot in their door, conducting face-to-faces, joining remotes, taking minutes. He'll get back to them.

And a man gymnastic through the door to a good clutch at the bar with one beer more, upended in a motion and then swung out the door.

It's a soft evening for snails. They'll be out, one long lick each, prowling our groves. I'll accompany them.


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