(In memoria to Bobby Keech)
Can you lay a big tree down, Bobby?
Hell yes, and it’ll be as gently
felled as any babe ever laid to cradle.
Can you make it
fall exactly so, Bobby?
You can set your compass to it, friend.
Then have a go at it, Bobby,
but let me caution you,
trees are as unpredictable
as any woman on Earth.
Yeah. I’ll be minding that.
. . . j
from the Childhood Remedy and Other Such collection