For Carl

Carl was a man who let his words run,
& run they did.
Wild & free.
They saw the smiling harvest,
and winking cities.
They saw the iron workers and railroads in their ore-clad marches.
They saw the fog settle down with tiny cat's feet,
& cows staring carelessly at the moon
in milk pails.
Carl was a man who let his words run,
and they sure ran fast!
They ran with Van Gogh's brush,
and Debussy's impressions.
Running wild and free.
Wild and Free