I remember Chico
the Mohawk ironworker
I met at Andy's Pub
on High St. opposite O.S.U. campus
the edge of the universe
we smoked weed in the back
outside in the alley
then went back inside
and sat at the bar
and I moved inside his body
I was so high we inhabited
the same space in time
I was there in the now
we drank till after the bar closed
then went to his house
and on the way I noted
a cardinal and he said
it wasn't a priest but a red bird.