I’ve no hatches to batten
down and round I go

in a spin
dark funk

Goodnight to all along Battenkill
(frigging spellchecker never heard of the place nor the river)

How many pounds of flower
does it take to hold one down
and round I go

in a spin
some sort of voodoo
I take it

I gather
assemble all I can

we take us with us
by the tree on my count
let’s mark time briskly

we escape
one by

by two

slithering down
and around I’m gone

in a spin
merely light minutes

Chagall 2016