Full Cold Moon
Sat down by the cookstove
in a dirt-old house
on a bump on the lip
of a moraine.
Wind, winter, ocean cloistered sandbar.
Shut inside by cold fat sticky rain.
Pondering the knot upon
Sorting stuff I think
Mapping out a fortnight on a train.
A loan, alone, a rolling stone.
Resolve, evolve, remove, escape........remain.
Plenilunar overdriven brain.