WHEN I CATCH
When I catch whatever I catch, I will skin
and hang it on a nearby tree. My inner
Daniel Boone will need to re-surface for
that point, but I'm pretty sure it will. We
can scant look away for the texture of
lawns and gardens. I notice another
Atlantic City bus is loading up with
no one on it, and it won't be me. Not
even a Bolt Bus for two bucks a roll
will bring me there. Those Chinese
constabularies are everywhere, and
Chinese drivers, I make note, are apt
to fall asleep at the wheel. But, now
excusing myself, back to Daniel Boone:
He was kind of a rudderless sort who
sought his satisfaction in the smallest
of ways. Men like that often just end up
always getting whatever they've sought;
it runs like that for all of their days.
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