12/01/03

This is the last
of these Red Dawn
mornings. Skinny
trees and their big
shadows, the grievous
angel rides
beside me.

          Waiting
for the para
troopers as sun hits
the cellar windows. Listening
to country music thinking
about the country. Cal
ifornia Calif
ornia.
Ocean
pool cold
and blue.

Out with the truckers
and the kickers and the
cowboy angels. First
winter shower, let them call me
Ausländer.