of the Landfill. Albany Bulb. Last visit over 1-1/2 years ago and She is as powerful & elegant as ever. Like a memory of the favorite family meal. Like the first poem that startled & inspired. An embrace to the good. You know, She can dance, too.
Requisitions
ReplyDeleteNo worries when you hold my hand, shirt newly bleached
Concrete men disavow their duties and the girls in the gallery
look on
New day, born of aggregate and flimsy air
Long ahead, a ride through the darkness
Going home, once again