"Bank One" by Laura Sims

BANK ONE



She sought an escape goat

To ride in and out of the vault

Bearing gold bars

Into the desert

Where snakes would have her



Is it my mother

She wondered aloud

Stroking the cold slippery surface

Of purset form

Through the canvas bag




Source of the text - Laura Sims, Practice, Restraint.  New York: Fence Books, 2005, p. 21.

TJB: A daydream-lyric whispers 1 clause per line in crisp descending order of independence. One stanza dream-seeks; one wonders & strokes gold.