all ways 11 o'clock

In her country

I watch woman of the north

Gazelle bound from rock to green moss and waters

Edge excite

Look look

And point her country

Sweat between breasts and

Thump thump footfall

Of sing loud arms flail

Dinner served in spoon

With patsy cline sitting beside us and

Farm couple of single pork chop dinner

For one and fish and chips locals

Spill water laughing

Through deep scared neck

And hair tied loose bobby pin mess

Best hamburger with the works underpass of formidable

Web girders new beside old

Cement pylons beside still, and still

Hard fast to bottom as sentinels three span this river

Of soft hands holding and kiss overhead

Two, no three, no five hawks

Overheard our laughter.