Champion odes, so they warned, but the herald’s lolling in the backlot with them that he’s hunting to keep. Stayed cautioned at the bridge’s vault to Crane’s altar spanned. What if you climb one of the metal ropes? Stood under the gutter spouts to better know the monsoon. Is it improved out in the clouds auditioning you for trees? A callous my pact, so I’m holding it out. Sill dust on the cat’s tail perusing the window birds. Starlings for breakfast again. How the day lengthens its coat for those you forgot: stenciled arrows on the alley wall, dropped my shirt in a wadded ball down a well, & came home from without.