That Great Gatsby World of Extravagant Hats

He came shambling up out of the dark, towards us.

We asked him to sing it first, so we could know

If we wanted to take it with us. One song as long as the trail

From Texas to Montana, with a stanza for every traveller.

She made me understand the cause of my anxiety

Was the spirits trying to communicate with me.

The Americans are brittle, i.e., they tend to separate.

Kin to Old Icelandic brotna, to burst, break, or still forming.

See, too, the Old English brytta, one who bestows

Gifts, avoids the doors and windows that he leaves always open.

We maintain the “trace in the mind”that certifies these distinctions.

I went to bed that night with a bright light shining in my face.

I was on that roof more than once. Every full moon

I like to have a drum circle. It’s perfect for me as far

As rejuvenating and so. I will be there with my drum, singing

So soon, so soon, I’ll be at home.