Part I: Virginity
Experiences

Having run barefoot down a lonesome rock,
Or sat in the dark on a hill
Looking at moon-glazed clover,
Or stamped out the smoldering rhythm
Of red-tide,
Or eaten elderberries,
Or watched hundreds of miles of
Broken white lines shooting
From beneath the bed of an ambling pickup,
And gone on county roads,
When still can stay in dimlit room and
Real
Experience life
In sweats of Ink.