Tony Baker
From Monksnailsongs
*
(… …)
8 am.
took a stab at
Hackensack--
wrinkled It
didn’t rain.
Tinkling
a trail almost feelingly
°
& on through Trinkle,
Tinkle’s hard
fluid notes
feeling the
way across
a new skyline
‘s leaves,
breeze, shells,
peats, keys
anything you
please
except
ease .
last updated November 5, 2003