06-21 10-11-06 Watermelon working Those days watermelon working, Do you remember? Going in early, Lying in the straw, waiting For the truck, and then riding From store to store loading The shelves. I was stacker, The job with the most prestige, And I was the best: It was only fair, and when I discovered Chaucer and Montaigne It was much the same, But you refused to try. Reach in, ignore the thorns And pull, and in one flowing moment You could have seen it fly, And I with eye ever clear Would have caught it and seen it Fitted in its place I always said, but in the end Left you waiting In the straw. 06-22 10-11-06 The Best Tools But after that were The Marines who might be said To most aggressively confront The world, and I wished the best Tools, feeling there was too much Already out there To have to recreate. From five-hundred yards I could see the bull's eye And hit it all ten times. I was ready for anything After that. The weaknesses Of Twain, the novel Dreiser Failed to write, The Open Boat that carried Me into other seas I needed to navigate Like Slocum voyaging Around the world Single-handedly In his Snark.