Frank is after beauty.
He has been collecting style for months now,
by following a greasy musk.
Though his attention holds longer for why and how --
than for scuttling hearsay by dusk.
Where heavy stories are forced down
Frank is hard-pressed
upon thin frail wood until
words bark!
As time does, he pushes on.
Newspapers are things he values enough to throw
out, the window they go!
