Your confrere often
Signed, “Yes, Chris,”
For he could not abide.
My direction-less
Mendacity lacking
Talent was stilled.
Imagination nil, yet
Mitch still saw all that
Was good.
One frozen even
Under amber stance
Of Jefferson dome;
Mickey, Mitch, Emilio
el primero and myself
Knelt in deep frizzy
Tundra and prayed
Homelessness be allayed!
