sue on
the hills
looks for
lychnis,
pennycress,
& ran
some off
the road,
I’d backup
from flatland,
kickstart
in my hand,
& haul ‘er out;
‘what’s a jack?’
I holler
the marsh
I quote, ‘ties
ice black ice,’
my habit
to surround it,
‘they’re 3
6 ft ahead
we lag behind,’
the dr folds
9 documents,
I pocket 1,
the train
is late,
the depot
full of cats
they’re
3 years
long,
beyond
there
calling,
I’m goin’
out, to
hear ‘m
theirs
the date
o’ that
a spool &
cairn
there,
that character,
& land
alee
as
bookmar
t’hence,
no time
> fallow,
& now
as then
lie reeds
& glens
ayaladn 