I woke too early later I thought that ok and made up the bed imagination in a tight corner a coin a Canadian & a lost fairy who points due North to a wall not under the bed
Category Archives: Poetry
I Sold A Tourist One Broom
while I was there too apart from that I was of an old ox walk’d by I took ten photos because the light never chang’d green a good color as for celadon yesterday in Chinatown I fed him a bowl
A Shoeless Race
inconsequential an eternal infinite an indecision doubtless the oddest attendants who encounter umbelliferous rainbows toe to toe no-one there before I said gentle orchards bend
Sq Rte Of There
and as no other in the garden that I made remembers the rain green blue or gray leaf only remind you until I am as color six is a number one may subtract or arrive nine maids by always
To Find You
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