a second slice of pies' graciousness
grantsme comfortable aims
on an Airy eve whilst' reclining
amidst "Leaves of Grass 's
displays of spacious claims.
leading me to pipe smoke ponder
on the wonderment of
"Amber waves of gray?"
Is it too soon for a June display? For my boots lay beside me
on a riverbank, beneath a Dusk and Starry skyline.
Laying here quoting Whitman and Homer
With fervor as if I was smiting the Shepard
in Tennessee, Memphis, Perhaps?
or in a Camden stockyard.
Nurse me Walt!
I curse you if you don't.
Eyes toward a Gemini star
Canis Major the Panorama…Would you have it any other way?