Barter

shirt off. sun out. A soft Dixon meets the first sheet of 700 spilling untrained on college ruled there are orange pink & purple petals pole to pole. i do not pretend to know their type there are windmills dancing and chime sounds floating around for all you pretty meadows but hang on side yard says some dude just pulled up bet he's here to view the house for sale across the street gonna stare 'em down wonder if he'd mind a poet who waters the lawn in nothin but his boxers and who pays a woman to mow it in nothin but her coveralls and red hair down there