yesterday crayola strolled straight through a boulder
w/out a whisper & the rivers began running on their
sides, shuffle beats hanging heavy in the air like work

boots patched together w/cat food cans so she pulled
an ax out of the mud & found the time. it was friday,
& on fridays crayola consulted the box scores of old

boston red sox games to investigate the variations in
the sky, she took a reading & it confirmed her worst
fears, a double by dimaggio & the comet's complete.