the imprint of lizard tracks walk around a handbag
left-by-a-chain-link-fence-bordering-a river bed dry:
remembering past sentences;
good food of the city—-
receipts collected and papers signed.
Soon an invasion rains down drowining what left
taking all my possessions: but I am still here.
Some however are forced blank,
a heated battle to water the mind again and again,
until laughter sounds sideways every which way.