The Grasses Cry Defiance ( Read more... )

yesterday-
with a ghosty-blanked chalkboard mind-

i walked with the lake,
and the flowers and the trees,
and the clouds I closed my eyes.

a plant jokingly held my hand.
he was a spiny, furrowed fellow.
i patted him gently and bid him well.

on the bridge was
well,
me.I perched-- I watched a channel do its chores ( Read more... )