See the cellar’s Copper bottom Turn the house Into a ship

Green side up Knife goes in Cut it clean Top shell off Thumb on guts One smooth swipe

I saw you anchored In summer Just on the edge Outside the shoal Still shallow Off Shear Pen Pond

I build stone circles To watch The sweep Of year The fan of rises The arc Of settings

The coffee shop is hummin The grill is Piled high Eggs and bacon Poppin Home fries stacked Knee high