the maple leaf rag

THE MAPLE LEAF RAG

Unrefined dust, luminous detritus makes it aground
on certain of current sensibilities. Estadu te vedina,
I guess. It was the least I could do to exchange my ancestors.
It's enough, but I heard him say, "estadu te vedina".
It dug up my whole rose bed. It could clear the fence
like a staple in a pigeon. My bed rose, light as a feather.