lincolnneal:

coarse hair beside me on

borrowed furniture, the box fan

comfortably rumbling, far off hollering of

king street punks and

pool ravaged rednecks, and

lolling spotted yaller dog tongue;

they is buried there

in southern heat and sweet swamp sun.

and we was by the ashley river with the storks,

a black southern dog panting in the dark,

born and raised by

kids catching minnows at the shore

in the serrated reeds and bladegrass.

home a cheap car away, and heady new york,

tangled catskills of sugar maple oak birch walnut and beechnuts, trout

creeks and river clay; yonder

where she yet lays