Lump Sum

Sold my cold knot, a heavy stone

Sold my red horse for a venture home

To vanish on the bow

Settling slow

Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums

Or so the story goes

Color the era

Film it as historical

My mile could not pump the plumb

In my arbor till my ardor trumped

Every inner inertia

Lump sum

All at once, rushing from the sub-pump

Or so the story goes

Balance we won't know

We will see when it gets warm