There's a tank that I'll haul
to prove to the years
and to excite a calm embrace.
Together for us summer will come.
My ruby-throated arm will burst and bow.
I heard a Southern accent
in my tones last night so
things are slowing down.
See us in the wind.
See us eyes closed
with a basket in the wind.
© 2008, Jared Linzmeier
