Wednesday, September 28, 2011

mcdxci

Taxi

It was due in an hour and I
heard Mom answer it.   We
take it and we cake the
countryside with all of its
ideals.   Back in San Fran-
cisco, I return the can and
a suave draft of scribbles;
a tentatively titled life.   I
return $830 (don’t ask)
and the letter written
from a dug up draft of
Dallas and a smooth
Japanese fire.   We
know the drill—it’s
‘fixed’ with family.
A little break.   Then
five things which
could each be called
a big backlog of kids.