I fought Garth. 

If any landed 

punches thrown. 

I prove to be elusive. 

She watched and wondered 

matter of men swing at tree limbs. 

Tree grows out of the concrete 

on a path against fence. 

To keep from the tracks. 

She's French kisser. 

Heads pointed 2:00 and 7:00. 

Sixth sense is happening. 

We go right into it with fists stir limbs. 

Limbs, wind to stir. 

South Evanston. 

She's mine began summer. 

He'll take her but I'm Bedlam.