What right has any man to talk?
Permission must come from the goddess.
How far did I walk
yesterday, measured in hopscotch
squares? I was going to take a photo, but the goddess
distracted me somehow, so I’ve no right to talk. “Walk”
and “talk” tie a fabulous
yoke
for a team of sparrows pulling the goddess-
wagon. I walked
up above the river, but again
took no photos.
I had already messaged the goddess
about “Tecumseh Valley” by Townes Van Zandt.
I talked through that song, and
also “Across the Great
Divide” by that goddess-
song-writer, Kate Wolf. I could have bought
both Kate Wolf and Townes Van
Zandt at Cheapo Records
back in the 1980’s, if the goddess
had granted me talking rights—
only a ten-minute walk.
