It began one way, running up against the show
Until everyone left
For better jobs at the front register;
Meantime sniveling yellow birds marbled
The path and then suddenly
The letters arrives, an "Aa"
With instructions
On how to get back to the hospital--
No sonnet less profound. I called.
He was on his way
Back from a job.
The tidal zone set up a new front
Lobe near the security door.
How come?
Don't know
Yet, but working
On the excuse.