dont quite know jack bout how world work      but damn
in three four dream I had      last couple month
learning to fly      like Dumbo out     with feathered arms
it been a joy to feel      dreamworld work fine

gliding      and frantic batting like I once
did in five feet of water in Clear lake
this pudgy fellow standing twelve feet
away      I must have counted on subconsciously

step to me catch my wrist      like nothing dreamlike
then     true now     rich do jack     catch half our all



Paul Grams set out fifty years ago to be a famous writer, never got close, and spent 30 years teaching in the Detroit Public Schools – he kept writing in the basement all these years; he has binders full of poems.