|One nice thing about the drought is the leaves hold
their color longer. Sittin' by the ship canal with Adria, bombs and
dollars on the brain until I blow her clarinet, high notes echo, curious
ducks come close and rock rats squeak for an encore. Gluttony on parade,
SUVs of the high seas, murderous yachts "Dragonfly" and "MONEY" chug past
leaving the future in their wakes.