It was a beautiful golden day
Now a black split shape
de foot. So long, Sayonara.
The fat cat lays down
dozing. I could use a little rest too
I only slept 11 hours last night,
wrote some letters, swept the floor,
planted 2 rows of onions, snow peas
And now I am looking forward
to washing my hair.
reprinted from All This Every Day, Big Sky, 1975