Let me try this clumsy again at dawn

casting knots that deform the current

concentric toward the zeppelin barn

not salmon but a kind of unemployment

I’m drawing

with three sides of the valley in my ear

my body a green overtone

how many nights within enormous hearing of the sea

how many exposures until I fail to comprehend

bramble against shoulder

catching thorn to rip flannel

each thought a rope to lash

a mattress on top of my car