I cry every day for its sake.

Fair. From a distance

Shrill leaps of night

Haze of energy offsetting; defining

the surety

that life is not limited to a portrait

    and yet im held

    and I am sure

    that I am not held aloft

    by the purity of the observer.

Its that low call from under the porch

the movement in the trees

Bayou lisp

Low light

shells echo

and I am happy here

sure of nostalgias slow death in me

the dirty gospel

g-d in entropy

watching

the fair

for free.