There he was and then there he wasn't
with a burlap sack slung over one shoulder
happy but dead tired from a day raking in poems.
I waited down the road at the usual place.
Under that tree. It is cool dense shade
waterfall. What more could I ask for?
Truth with its fresh animals in the
fracked distance hell no HELCO
the last two days cars honking by
rattle and rustle of it are you there?