sf riffing pt 1

 seven dollar juice

    dollar coin taped to the wall

walleye fish fry for dinner

    for you, i'd make a mockery of me

me, an incomplete waltz 

    waltzing in my roller blading shoes

blades of grass tucked, at times, in my grasp

    grasp it! that golden ineffable 

gold, gone red from rust    note:

    gone to the city for a view