"Green Tea with Ginger"
"Apple night, the smooth sap smell
of autumn and the snap decision fire, your highlight.
More than this, a lone dog is barking down the path.
It's 50 some degrees.
My back is loose and I am breathing, working, breathing,
sipping my longevity for now.
Appear two white nominal thins create
what they must weigh, openly on notice of a tune far
lapsing of advantage.
Tortions other things besides as yet
uncovered ones, outside where it is rumored to be clear."