Testo Possibly Drown

I hear the ringing salutations of the crickets inviting my soul

With no responsibilities my heart feels light as I walk toward the water with my evening bowl



Awaiting mosquitoes and bumble bees and centipedes and slithy toads
On the trestle above the whistle blows

Carrying its load, carrying its load



Echo from the stereo of a passing car beneath the overpass

As I amble toward the water front

Passed the fishing dock and the powder mill

Along the red clay path


Italian stone masons built the bridge and the aqueduct long ago

On the trestle above the whistle blows

Carrying its load, carrying its load



I gotta hit the water and not the ground, but

I might possibly drown



On the tenth day of March 1891 were drowned Louise King Conelly and Henry Cumming Lamar



Long before the days of cyber space, alien warfare and electric cars

And as I swim in this canal I get a nervous feeling that I too may possibly drown