looking both ways from February (revised)



hidden, it was

a way

to relate



down in the dew scrubgrass

overlooking the field

in that cool spring night



I lit a butt

while you took

your 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,



snow in my hair,



the blues peeling off me

like white sparks

from your



lithium sparkler