Augustus

Sales

I had to sell my dozer–

I can no longer push.

My tractor too–

Last harvest sown.

My guitar was sold–

My mind stopped playing.

I sold my house and land–

I need no place to live.

I let the money go–

No longer need I buy.

I gave away my jackets–

My body no longer warm.

I gave away the night–

Never again to dream.

I let go of all fear–

What harm is there now?

Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017