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Of all that weeks-long day, though call it back
If I will I can—rain thrice, sheets, a torrent
Spaced by the dry sun, Sunday thirst that went
Sharp-set from town to town, down cul-de-sac
To smoke a blind pig for a liquid snack,
Did ever beer taste better, when opulent
Over the State line with the State's consent
We cleared our four throats, climbing off the rack;
Lost our way then: our thirst again: then tea
With a velvet jacket over the flowered choker
Almost a man, who copied tulips queerer:
Dinner a triumph—of that day I have wholly
One moment (weeks I played the friendly joker)
Your eyes married to mine in the car mirror.


Submitted by Holt

Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 3 Sep 2026 10:31 AM | Viewed: 4683 times

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