i must not have a very good attitude /
my back hurts.
picking through mud / for clumps of grass
/ the track hoe missed, / chasing
how did it come to this?
even worse, this job is far / from home so
i borrow / my neighbor's car. / it's
i want to eat at a drivethru. / instead:
fill it up, buy gas station food.
i take a wrong turn, Welcome to Brier. /
in a high valley, small houses, big
looks like horse ranches and every /
intersection is a four-way stop.
the rain comes down, a sudden deluge,
i downshift, unperturbed. i find the
head home among the headlights and
every picture i shoot comes out good.