I’ve seen some thing in my wasting eyes
in a flash light for a crazy instant
in late fall Dolly Varden said to me again
“you had change a lot” and clear his throat

You could hit this 70 times
’68 Chevy 70 times
Cutting up together in 70 times
Clothesline Clothesline 70 times

You letting out your breath and going down
in a tracklight four cups in your hands
Sitting on the boat by the cripple creek
I have broken lot and leave this town