A miscellany like Grandma’s attic in Taunton, MA or Mission Street's Thrift Town in San Francisco or a Council, ID yard sale in cloudy mid April or a celestial roadmap no one folded—you take your pick.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
wind storm quatrain
a junco in the broken eucalyptus finds its voice in the wind’s suspended 4th chord—
I’m turning, turning away from jagged rain; the crow just pecks, pecks in the emerald grass