Beloved rhythm devil’s
southbound for good.
Grabbed the keys &
went out the back door.

If you look to the edge of town
you can still catch a glimpse of him –
putting it into third &
trucking it up & over
those rolling, effigied hills
towards a peach of a sun
setting so slow it’s near still –
taking his one way out:
a cresting, curving drive
off the horizon & out of sight.

First there is a mountain,
then there is the rest.

(1/27/2017 – Adams Point, Oakland, CA)