Okay, hello. Your number may have been lost
in that last storm purge, the minimum relative
to cousin max. Where did we grieve off? Was
there a memorial minuet danced at that last
last minute? One more sip of dark water and
I'll be ready to say. For certain, there were
eagles eating chickens, a trampoline, a dock
and a phone dive, vegan Thai, the basement,
a trap shooting bunker, sincere uncertainty,
wet walks, decaf americanos, maybe a dog some
times, curry benedicts, a sushi shatter, a glimmer
latter, and re- and re- and re- suffusing that not
yet ready to say-do.
Roman Ryan 