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,

Even keel.

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.