Keenly observant bull in a China shop.
The cab driver asked me if I liked the radio on and I said yes!
I was feeling Beyonce and her tremendous voice
as we U-turned on Polk Street
and that cocktail from five hours ago
The Low Grounds
I opened the gate and we gurgled over the cattle-guards
onto the two-track road
that became a T-line straight into the James,
East or West.
And this is the place we drove into,
to kill time for a little while.
For a little while we were just on this road
driving up, winding, and you felt sick,
After Supper, Downstairs
This is the season of leaves-
lots of them.
They descend on us in hordes of yellow, orange and brown-
and we chase them into dizzying circles of thoughtless occupation.