1932

Get through the shared space
And a matzoh awaits, a buttercup
Demented by the cold spring

Up into the leafwrack hill
Too suddenly sheer
For pathmaking, clayey mud gush

I'm not communing I'm hunting
And gathering new physical
Experiences to give you

When we get done here there's
A tub of cold water and gravel
Drawing and Painting III

Oh and a lot of
Nothing to speak of