And now the weather,
in Athens, Georgia—
warm here, oppressive;
wind, suit, blisters in leather loafers,
chest breathing through linen shirt,
road leading out of town;—outside, night—
drops on the patrol car, tears of hair gel,
holes in the road, no bookstore.
Unrest on campus, tomorrow is the big game.
You got one shot.
The sun sets in the west.
Silent night, insects, two walkers meet with suspicion.
