good honest stink on yer feet-
hell,
nothing ya cant do if ya put yer mind to it!
no need fer fancy fixin oils
no sugar explodin Minnesota deerflies bitin,
as one or the other attention gets switched
another track gearin back to anywhere
yup, jus like it lays
this pencil scribble
another unknown trip,
and there you are,
some nameless
perky cowgirl of a wind,
politely
blowin
yer northcountry farm sense
at me back
Minneapolis, 7/14/73