looking both ways from February



hidden,

it was a way

to relate



down in the dew scrubgrass

of a cool spring night

overlooking the field



light a butt

while I take my hits -

I grew up here.



No one can take that away.



I'll see you later.

I'll be the one reeling in

the Chinese restaurant bar



the blues peeling off me

like white sparks

from your



lithium sparkler