Said        good-bye              to a way

               Via age & the end

Of My U.S.

               The notes don’t sound in the spaces

Don’t drop into place

               In the Beloved Plurality

Where did you

               Go wrong

This way

               & that

Here

               & There

Green, green

               Absorbed in flags

And a way waylaid

I dreamt we ripped up the grass

And laid carpet over the earth

The heat came      The carpet died

“We certainly weren’t doing anybody any favors”

“& He certainly wasn’t doing her any favors…”

Our day was         out of favor

                             & this was My Mojave