fog
clouds
ICE
WATER
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
fog
clouds
ICE
WATER
the worst of two ideas
yes, more than worse
you forker
time’s fun when you’re halving flies
SPICE
SPIKE
this place is littered with islands
but not Toothache Bay
this crew like a well-oiled machine
contrasts sharply
to that new level of low
lubrication
NEW
NOON
TUNING
MOOING
MOON
ride on, cowboy
into the dry river
it’s your hat,
the birds see
I bet
your horse,
the antelope