SF -

Damn good fare, this. Speaks to the time and times of man under money's gun. Have a real strong sense of where this poem goes because of so many troublous times here in the coalfields of Appalachia. Have never given poems with an economic theme much thought - this one might prompt me to a second glance.

The sense of resignation, followed by the promice of a fishing trip with a beloved child, is as sturdy a balance as one could possibly make given the theme and the poem's quiet, telling brevity. Has blood heat that knows to keep a coat handy given the scheme of things. And that a can of worms is just what the order doctors.

Good one, SF, good one.

Best to you and yours.

Carpe Verve

Doug