Aces and nails high and tight
amid the field of feel or flight
passing even forties in an odd form
putting cigarettes out and on between
us three wound loose and figuring
there has got to be something more
still undiscovered between the
rain
drops and
bricks
in the porch wall grow low and
bowed with the unwrung potential of
an above ground pool unswum and
begging for cannon balls
against retaining walls
in the corrugated aluminum hours
before civility sets hard into Sunday
morning and the moon fades
drained by reason's stupefying roots and
glory evades the striven touch
like a feather pawed by boxer's mitt
there is a hammer raised and
card faces laid
waiting for a fold that
anxious mouths roll in cheeks,
nowhere near caught cold
or sold dead to rights.
"If we light out now we'll gain
West VA by eight and
by noon be back with fifth's."
Giving up the gravel drive for highway
lines, downed windows, and dusk's wet air
in part for a want to be free, but
the wiser in us rides with because
the treasure in the taste of
gold bit is half found in
the trouble appended to
each pebble of
attendant hard earned grit.
original works of parts
