Lottery

i.
"fine horses," said carter "with wings
'tis a damned,

shame" said carter "that,
after our CENTURY

of friendship-"

it has come to this. carter slid a
hand down the
forelegs of the horses- the fine
northern-neck horses-that he
so admired

"the wings thereof" idiosyncrasies

the talent
of liberal lending-
standing bereft
of OCEANS-

that are fleets storms tides time

"time," colonel carter diagnosis riding whitely
home his white horse "is the cure-all". despicable children-

braving
the sharp father tongue
and wading-

thru' the ashen barn-
and ashen faces and "have you gentlemen heard," carter asks,
throwing

away the bill-of-sales (for fine white-winged horse) "that the prices
may be

up this year?"

lazy-
child. soon you shall
be printing your
own receipts

"come see the fields-"

a morning
in winter that is, crying. deriding.

ii.
fitzhugh -

goes about writing to barristers-

the redwood
carved wine-cabinet in
his drawing room clashes
nicely with stuffy
bolingbroke. the tickets were of finest broadside. and colonel, colonel,

do not "despair of your children;
they shall in time develop the
mentality of respect!" dear friend-

ah fitzhugh, the colonel is ashen himself,
from sleeping about the barns. "it is appearance, dear boy!"
and the
newspapers are experts of persevering-

"oh perversity! why
the barometric mercurial soil underfoot, so fine
for winged rappahannock horses,
crumbles beneath the
pining tendrils?

'tis not been a cold winter-"

but
the barristers are older fitzhugh and
their hearts grow older-

"a fine mess," the nettled wine and the new
wine cabinet.

rappahannock winged horses, suing the bare ground for debt,
fitzhugh- such
a comparative illness, the

cotton
parched, and thirsty from a destructive
trip- an
awful scent of indigo-

the smoke is blue,
and curling over the river

iii.
ludwell
and corbin-

(what was not sold by the KING'S ports on the finest rivers-)
smoking and it was fine, quite fine, the weather or the
smoking- blue on the new ships
standing by the KING'S (new england) masts-

ludwell
and corbin-

"'tis saddened shame, yes-"
"oh the colonel's estranged son"
"and all my

best china. ruined by the passage!"

some friends-

ludwell
and corbin-

"some friends, and oh, the ASSOCIATION
is bidding puritanical england-isms you know that
a heavy lock,

in one hand" –corbin relates "is oh poor henry's barristers,
riding down the cattle paths to brick-layed cities, to fine horns
and martial

cadences"

"yes, shall we see-"

ludwell
and corbin-

speak of the late war. and a new set of herd. fine of hoof. grounded
unlike rappanhannock flying-horses

iv.
lee would tame the eagle cliffs, the climbing
vines 'round bastions of attainable cliffs,
lee by

the river saying 'babylon is beyond
our very grasp- it has fallen long ago
and Jerusalem gave out lives in bird song.
so this will

be our own CITY",

lee said this-
and his hair was light or midnight like his eyes,
he grabbed a horse under the colonel and

"oh carter do you not understand?
to sit is to
be outwards, elliptical orbits outwards until it is a moon yet a man,
not a man. a moon"

lee was warm,
in the pressing summer
but it did no mind,
to his apricot moon that lifted the mint
from the heavy liquors. all the old

halls-

(by the james)

with sedated eagles pawing like grounded horse, hoof and wing, here
in the rappahannock horse and wing-

lee by the river.
with newsprint in hand, throwing
it outward watch it will be a dove
or a hawk, a nesting hawk,
a nesting

hawk with mahogany wings-

v.

"colonel byrd shot himself in the top room overlooking
the old river."

now all the flying
horses will pay
the finality-

and the finality
is all

standing on a river- on an empty river that is filled with bill-of-sales and cracked china from england, that and a debt paid, colonel.