Sunny Sunnday morning in rye grass panorama. Oat Mountain covered with
sage & owls.

This is where the oak drives are, and also the new house lots. Leaves are
blowing into the pool. The big teen up the hill is lying beside her pool
in a red bikini. We have new record albums to play, shuck off plastic and
apply the needle.
     September is a north wind in the hot sun. The months like wooden
doors, October, November. Grass & mud from the athletic field — gluey
mimeo paper. Cafeteria burritos in broken plastic. Watery cold steely
wind through the eye of the needle. Math homework, shivering in the vest
jacket.

There is nothing finer than an empty hot morning on Sunday outside the
windows. The Sunday wind outside the glass, ringing on the schoolyard
tethers, singing in the interesting grass.