here, we all agree,
it isn’t easy so, to
pack a pair o’ stilts
on a burro’er the plains,
unless you leaf a parasol
at Hannibal Crossing
& all that power’d horn —
what to do — I’ll center so
& cartwheel city walls
on bargain days asleep,
& overrun them looking
for corundum on the beach,
there, a proper post
for goods & such
as mind the bearers of —
once, on Butler Ridge,
the tense pegs horizontal —