11.15.2020

who ever does it? Except Berry

Well I know Sunday is Sabbath 
but who ever does it?
Except Berry. Nice poems.
It just happens I'm free
for the first time in weeks from
chores and promises,
cracked valves, late bills,
and I think I'll take time
to brush the dog. She likes that.
& oil dry hard leather for sheath for shears,
for the tape rule, hatchet—
read a recipe for aubergine salad,
this isn't work—

Then go for a hike
toward the bobcat dens and gravels,
hope no wildfires start today
—I'll get there and back
and just for a second,
maybe play.

listen to it here 

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