I salute park employees’ transactions among state assets.

I met a lone ranger operating with phenomenal grooms
off in an industrial-reserve about a mile away, o
-n an off-ramp sheeted in quick-fire milled cement, plywood & dust.
We’re drinking lemon permafrost, time-tested for les bees
(I’m one) — hips in a torso vice, ears pinned back,
crying, saturated enough, enough, Edgar!
This is Raven, the exchange you’re looking for,
gone behavioral without any hotshots.
A rose oasis filled w/ triangles, throats & you Edgar Poe!
volatility weighed, vibrato banshee-d.