bandied argot
  the wise and the wherefor
studied rock formations on hallucinogens
 there's writing in the dirt
 just the rain
writing rose words
   as the sound echoes
again and again
another heads north
but I can't even see you
where are you?
right here
next to the dog
   sleepy salamanders
guard the lake shore
 we peer under rocks
an evil creature with a hundred legs
crawls out
 the buck stomped on your shorts and pissed on them
at least we found your glasses after the dog freaked out \and knocked\all your stuff\
into the cold lake