Marshall

Marshall

Once I celebrated independence day,

Marshall met me on my way back

home and presented me with a gram

of toot which we shared, then we

     played guitar for awhile. I didn't

belong to the world; it belonged to me.

Once I celebrated independence day,

the policemen shrouded in blue

surrounded me like a tarn, still,

the sheriff's saloon against my belly,

woods breathing with the wind,

river lapping at the Torpedo Factory.

     Once I celebrated independence

          day, and the world was mine.

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