harsh winds barber rows of sunflowers: yellow carpet laid
The alley mutts at dawn crawl from their nightly hells to gobble what they can find— half-eaten garbage or other kind. Sated, they give kingly yawns
Katrina, feminist Somewhere, somehow you lost your e… Forsook the prom gown Refused the hand of every stud in… Went your own way
When her pert lips whispered, “Ex… My recitation stopped to grant her… The splatter behind the private sc… Recalled not Brahms, but music le… Notes of close cares in rapt relie…
long-winded soliloquies years years of them pouring through my nicely clef-whorled ears now my face is cloven
Her head angled to Her brushing so generously so Much of
You’re intense as Einstein as you brush that brush to make some beautiful line. You’re one of my ancestors and I’m proud of your kind.
Wearing a flowing purple workman’s… water beaker in hand he anoints the baby palm with the gift of splashing water, and mutters ancient Arabic verse
He keeps a flute in his boot. Plays for strangers, hears it brin… Sleeps on a stone bench near the o… Sometimes gets drunk, hollers, cau… On good days he flaps about in his
