Day Bump

Whether the harborline or the east shoreline

consummated it was nobody’s biz until you got there,

eyelids ashimmer, content with one more dispensation

from blue above. And just like we were saying,

the people began to show some interest

in the mud-choked harbor. It could be summer again

for all anyone in our class knew.

Yeah, that’s right. Bumped from our dog-perch,

we’d had to roil with the last of them.

It’s taken a while since I’ve been here,

but I’m resolved. What, didn’t I print,

little piles of notes, slopes almost Sicilian?

Here is my friend:

Socks for comfort (now boys) will see later. Did they come?

The inner grocery had to take three sets of clips away.

Speaking to him of intricate family affairs.

I’m not what you think. Stay preconscious.

It’s just the “flooding of the council.” No need to feel afraid.