Carrying thrown-out furniture home

In the morning when the light is clear

Remembering learning guitar

With a borrowed AC30

And the light in the memory

Time in clarity

Carrying thrown-out furniture home

In the morning

When I came to this room it was empty

And I sifted through all the thrown-out things of the city

Like some kind of caddisfly

Trying to build its own culture

I sit in the park on the roots of great fir trees

And read Time-Life picture books

And Fruits of the Earth

And the diary of Bluey

And Be Not Content

And the logbook from the Sea of Cortеz

And Let Us Now Praise Famous Men