Monday, May 18, 2015


& shadows make for an exquisite poem
& who can deny
the stature of roasted chicken

1 comment:

  1. cp 241


    Picture this in the back field where the footballs were thrown:
    girls and boys laughing as if they were blind
    a moment of fun in the dreary mudbanks
    All of the neighbors are sunning by their pools
    and he laughs to think how often he has heard the same song
    Through the tall trees we hear him laughing too loudly
    we know the next move and the ones after that

    Watch her as she takes a dip in the clean waters