I appear
To
Solidly
Stand,
I’m
Slowing
Sliding
Down
The
Mountain
Side
To
The
Rio
Grande.
This
Plays
The
Very
Devil
With
My
Feng
Shui,
But
Better
Make
Way.
My
Store
Room
Is
Jammed
With
A
Life’s
Work,
And
I play
Clerk
To
Years
Of
Written
Prose
And
I can’t
Keep
The
Steep
Angle
Of
My
Repose.
It’s
All
Sledding
Down
The
Hill
With
Me,
In
An
Avalanche
Of
Choice
And
Chance,
To
The
Muddy
River
And
Infinity.