night with Sunny at Howie’s place

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 nowhere

yup, jus like it lays

this pencil scribble

another unknown trip,

and there you are,

some nameless

vibrant cowgirl wind,

politely

blowin

yer northcountry farm sense

at me back

7/14/73