April Fool's Day

Hightailed it to the ridge of the watershed

took refuge in pilot and craggy arms of wind broken

Oak.

Vanquished by marauding fox     set afire by the nesting raven

I cross my arms over my heart to protect myself from the

boom  boom  pow  and  spurt  of the break at Moat Creek

 &

 the

tawdry explicit come on's from    a     jay bird.

I rambled about the wet creek bed confused by my dreaming

 of a time when you would drive here, to Point Arena
 all the way from Petaluma

 just to have a piece of 
 my

 white

 peach pie.