A ticking bomb
a Sawyer,
Tom,
a ride down the old
miss'ippi.

I read Twain
twice.

a bite of mom's baked apple pie
helped the Summer down and the
days go by.

Picket fences neat and white
stretched perpendicular
to the night,
not knowing wrong
the ticking bomb
knew what was right.

Tom had none of nothing
but
plenty lots of everything
and
that's a fact.