let me catch my breath remove my shirt blot the sweat with it hear the cubes clink in the glass liquify in the juice and with that most delicate sound of a cushion-crush under my fanny relax it’s Sunday July 17 2:30 pm and you’re caught up to the moment my pen like the dragonfly on a sunny pond touches its abdomen onto the bright page double triple dips laying lyrics here and there and to think
with luck
one will hatch
with an insatiable
hunger to grow