9653. THE CHILLY CHILD IS A SLIPSTREAM

THE CHILLY CHILD 

IS A SLIPSTREAM

And I don't begrudge a man his plantings  -  

taking a chance on nothing is as much as

nothing itself. The mannered oasis : yes : 

now let us look. Here is the large boat on

Lake Seneca, floating. It is called, 'Miss Seneca.' 

Why would that be? An Indian name, for sure,

all those nearby natives in the high lakeside

woods. They would welcome this addition,

as the hunters recede from the hillside dragging

their 10 dead deer? Would they even understand

that white-man-effort at such grouping? Insincere

the Gods, insincere the worship too. And I am

drinking wine from Adelaide, South Australia,

while right here in the Finger Lakes vineyards 

abound. Should not I then be drinking that?

Local Gods, local worship, and local grapes as

well. I can never tell, the rambunctiousness of

all this living stresses me. Here, on the roadway

tonight, a huge tree has fallen across the road,

taking down wires and shutting off lights.