Ask the scientist up to his knees drumming/
on concrete with his paddle,/
making wild river jazz.
Mending Fence
The moment for celebration passes, when a green snake swivels out from the tree carcass turned black shards and crumbles. The snake churns toward your yard, and turns toward mine, then back toward your home.
littlerocksensaterwantsmore84 and Comedown
The way you appear on screen, your thin body cloaked in black silk, your face calm, lips bright and red. You clutch a closed hand fan. You look at me and spread the fan in a smooth motion.