Tuesday, April 16, 2002


I have $40 in the bank,
but I'm riding bareback across a valley, and the ocean is there
as big as my heart.
There is trust, when I am off balance, latching on like a woman who's left the barn and taken a bit more than luck can care for. Stopping with loose reigns.
we wash across the shore.
The pulling water makes me dizzy oh how you can stand it.
This from the outside looking down.

Then Rene gave me a beer and said I looked like a Budweiser commerical.

It's sloppy, but something like that.