Monthly Archives: June 2013

daisy petals bind the piney forest needles where the wind forgot   while I said love not to the hay scent’d sunset in the scythe made rows   of the midnight lanes in the fallow moonlit fields where a white horse stays

two yous separate only you can assume otherwise you know   who’s gregarious happens by a long shot us or you don’t say once   maybe for supper unsure yet you stir it up till it’s good and hot

unless it was death as a visitor only yesterday he left   essential accounts tables to reschedule all by tomorrow   nine for the fairer one return’d to the sender what time I cancel

I try not to think how to change a flat tire on a cold shoulder   moving it forward more stuff in the trunk like Jack entirely bored   Gunsmoke a rerun so out of range but uphill he’s in a hot spot