The 307 (day 307) March 26, 2012February 22, 2013 ned fantasy, photograph, poem a day I’m on the 307 Pushing the tea bags Thrice been stainedClamored along Greasy rocks No shameJumped into an open box Packing only Rusty stringsCreek and lurch Along I ride Not much comfortSleeping’s uneasy With every noise Awake and gone