Make a glad noise; it is
spring. Up from the snow the crocus has
sprung, fresh from its rubbery root; it
bends back its head and opens its mouth
to hallelujah sing.
Make a Glad Noise; It is Spring; Couples, Green With Envy; Cut Back; On a Farm
Feeling Feverish; It Briefly; Rainbow in Spanish; Nothing Personal; Limits to Resolution
And when the moon and four planets lined up last night
Saturn was plunged into Pensacola Beach.
We could not see it, so plunged was it,
way below the Gulf.
Notice of Reaction
I am I-821 and I-765, or a half-hour morning drive to paper the walls of the cramped space of a Salvadoran consulate,
Evening Opus; Lake of Perfect Ice; Letting Go; Sweeping Government Sidewalks
Let it fly, quiet wings, whose wisdom advises you leave those insignificant battles behind, walk graveyards to understand the bones.
How to Mourn Your Violent Father; The Rocks You Lifted; The Honeymooners; The Work of the Dead; Campbell’s Soup
...let the morning fog roll in as it had from the heaving ocean
up the block from your childhood home,
now a ghost town you are loathe to visit.
Portrait of a Young Moroccan Barber; So Why These White Weights; Four Little Diptychs; So, What’s in the Strip; At Mother Theresa’s,
Everybody gets the same cut, no matter the plea, the magazine coiffures thrust forth; it’s always just like his: pompadour full on top, tapered crew buzzed on all sides.