greetings

steam loosens wooden knots of time
self burled in acorn stasis, bitch carved, dog humped
as a hydrant hatched of two dark eggs
shoots a moons worth of gold
into our solar plexus or at least tickles the evening news
el otre noche con vino e plata e mucho trabajo todo el camino
over the cobblestones of port land markets
preserved in harmony
as easily as vapor never escapes but
greets