Randy Chandler Ataxia

Lan~ ~nough _______ _

~or 'Lis ...

Lying in our bed and time has spent our strength and the sunI look out our window at land enough for us ...

This land has strengthened our ties ... Through common lace our corn, our weeds that strangle and strengthen-

Life behind this glass constricts ...

We don't melt together anymore ...

Our fields are di:y as I walk the rowOn our porch swing I sway like the arm of a grandfather clock displacing structure and building new ...