The day the day to use the hollow day
to make what's not been made before
words of the colonizers gobsmacked together
vivifying original unforgettable
but it's hot and i'm sad and lack the talent
to do much more than hoe the beans
and drop my sweat into the dirt
and listen to the crows griping in the woods
beyond the tan dust drifting
over the briars from yet another weekend
ATV throttled over gravel
and wonder where you are and tell myself
i'm here today be here tomorrow waiting
for a cooler evening a cooler sun
my breathing a chant for rain and caring.
