He rock
climes and
his foot
is wide
as the
hill top
while the
wind is
very cold
that his
head band
fell to
to depths
that dusky
as he's
crept before
in light

A sunflower
is dire
of skirt
but house
nigh elude
her while
the basket
which is
life where
she borders
that stream
with chestnuts
her mirth
when gyrations
of their
hoss mount
a ranch

a fatuous ****** was
a mystery
while political recovery went
to Landon
with a host of boomers
that threw in their towels
and modular things
like miniskirts
that accentuated their legs
with gratitude of marks
whether paper may trigger darkness
while without clement
in stranger areas of lament
that cry for their cement