Field in North Haven

the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry	I got the stigmata from a bike on a long gravel road.	In the long purple evenings when rock n roll from WLAM blurred into night baseball from WCOU	The loneliness of migrant threshermen and those poor souls forced by fate to seafaring slept under the loveseat; little Jenna smiled at its tail cat-like aquiver
A brief moment in years	Wedderburn's theorem about finite division rings	New Haven, Connecticut	Crazier'n a buck with tickwood fever
Spring's a girl from the streets at night	When smoke stood up from Ludlow	Fragments of a world, and the spaces between them	Yale