Hey Hannah (Mackenzie), remember me?
We met on a Friday, around Irving,
Playing kings. You said you wrote poetry.
Between the blue lights down grove and lakeshore
I drove back last night, recalling, turning
Along those soft bends we had, but more
Sharply and sober, now up front with the wheel:
You said you wrote poetry, around Irving,
For the second time in my life I fell
Asleep on the south side that night, burning
Up in a well conditioned room. My cell
Opened to signs taken down those bends,
I fell asleep on lakeshore dialing a friend.