Well I know Sunday is Sabbath
but who ever does it?
Except Berry. Nice poems.
It just happens I’m free
the first time in weeks from
chores and promises,
cracked valves, late bills,
and I think I’ll take time
to brush the dog. She likes that.
& oil dry hard leather for sheath for shears,
for the tape rule, hatchet —
read a recipe for an aubergine salad,
this isn’t work —

Then go for a hike
toward the bobcat dens and gravels,
hope no wildfires start today
 — I’ll get there and back
and just for a second,
maybe play.