Category: 2009

Lizard Point
We came through the mangroves and found him, a bit of dumpling in the broth. Only his head and upper arms still adhered to the sand; the rest of him was lifting in the tide.

Ah, Mannahatta (heel) blue skies and the big egg bagel (toe)

Airport hotel after
a missed flight—
beige, brown, and blonde
furnishings and a big TV—

Someday the old pony
in the field will fall asleep

What if I stood on the road in the rain
and looked down the line of white fences,
and what if I stood on the road in the rain
and listened to the palms, palms, palms shake?