i kicked an s.u.v. in the intersection. a girl at the bus stop said is he trained? yes, much better than that driver, you see.

we watch four swans swimming by. i acclimate to the arctic melt knowing summer is a brief dream, and if i wait it will be over before it begins.

was you scared when i kicked that truck?

a little startled, but i seen you do it afore, defitively.

whistling verdi to mister though he might hear it as the looney tunes ditty.