The shore was long that ran from the fence 
to the end of the shore. 
She has a way with a piece of data to see her with an answer. 

You’re a rascal 
falling

out of cabs with beer in your purse. 
The light in the office reddened I think I was drowsing. 
I woke up and weak light 
from the cellar-style window coughed

in my burned face. 
I own three watches and all the batteries are dead. 
The faithful dog’s lustrous

brown eyes now moist with regret. One day 
the radiator finally came on and melted the cheap towel.

Oh thank you We don’t stop thinking oh thank you oh about the deep voice and laughing thank you.

(Borrowed-text algorithm & impressions, Orient Heights/Brighton, MA, February 2012)