We broke into the station
to reach the roof, the abandoned
bank to see the chandelier. Shellac
records turned shingles and oh yes
a storm. To reach through
the bayou and pull out fish
with your bare hands. Set milk
in the cellar to clabber. In New Orleans
no one asked a gentleman who
demeaned himself with discretion
any questions. Spilling red ink
in a duel. Wet cement on Fifth
and Maine. You know what to do.