MS. Found in a Pig
Sigh… this listless day—I should hope to trade places with this brew!! Bet I’d fit right in, and leave off just before the cork.
Into the river with me? —Where I’d Mosses-a-long until spotted?
Nope. The ocean is where I’d be, manuscripted-and-bottled, at last washing up: salt-brined & cranky…
As ta, when, or what shore receives me? —I… dunno.