(with gratitude to Tim & Charles)

the book was a gift among a gift of books
I'd read them all later maybe if and when
I am desperate to know the names what wind
blows the Mexican Palo Verde, the cactus wren

my footsteps confess no special talent
one sneaker follows the other into a
brilliant make believe I know I know

my karma bankrupt Mother Father Sun and Moon
giddy-up the worst of me that got the better
Hi O Silver and away

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