Still an unsolid customer,
piddler, careless among
sassafrass, lupine
and other ditch life on summer days
I set my bare feet among
to let the progesteronic heat
swallow my mind
as the sun itself etc in this preview
or what is it I am saying
will someday
those others to come in their turn
as when the speedy car
veers and goes
out of control, whipping us
into eternity where ox-eye daisies and blue asters burn.
By Charlie Smith