Slept in cars
sheave of hair shook
in rain  California
a fire my mind
entirelya house of cinder in
a house of cinder
iterable rows, months
mast in the anywhere
Shoulder me there

♦

for A.

Hole as
expansion of breath of
leaven as knife
to the dough and
gone the
book store neighborhood gone to diy bake shop and
those quote rough streets clerk
says past 8^th
street
lights sudden coming on