1005

Every day is most of my time
Is the high water mark
On the Chesapeake brine.

The dragons in the harbor
Make a crowd feel.

Today the sun is
93 million miles away.
Capitalism is what we think
We'll find. For lunch, soup.

Happiness can take many forms,
Some of them in triplicate.
What happens when Wichita triplicates?

The vacuum cleaner
And the radio
Grind down through the ceiling.

The steam heat
Recalls the Groton view
As a black rock
And an Edwardian office building
Each countermanding
The embargo on archipelagos.

Now we are four.

Stop me before I identify in you
A quality I loathe in myself
Again!