New day! Matins yet ghosted, Starsky’s tongue in my ear
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush... off

& then — second — noise
of collared, greening hospitality where Hellenic

banter might calm a tax credit havoc.
Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping that everything belongs.
The rest is stress related.

As noted last century, there’s a rustic perp of a painterly style & muddled cool. We come from some landscape with a father, calmed by his fear we were of a kind he was to others.