yeah, & another thing …

by the mingo

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-11-01 17:31:00

Parent message is 315774
i would just drift sometimes. counting the migratory. working on the roof. i can see different parts of the river from up there. camoflaged by elevation. far off i can see a hawk chased by smaller birds. this being the way of things.
it’s very hard to be torn away. & it’s not ours with no wish to be left behind so often. fire invading the darkness of november. all the outposts broadcasting furiously. i would just drift sometimes. other times driving like an arrow.