Bait was bought for morning debts
of feeding wounded, naked vets.
I bought the liver of a mangled quail
because fishing therewith never fails.
Sipping tea on my way to the pond
I stopped to see what was going on
in the old barnyard where a fight broke out.
I watch for instruction, don’t care what it’s about.
I smell burning donuts from a factory mile.
The smell of childhood, it makes me smile.
I sit in the shade and lo, my first bite.
That’s all for now, adieu and good night.