With the outhouse door flung wide
cigarette snowing flurries of ash
on the jeans at my feet
I read poems aloud
to the trees—
Could have sworn
I heard
the snapping of twigs.
(from Wobbly Man, Red Dashboard Press, 2016)
With the outhouse door flung wide
cigarette snowing flurries of ash
on the jeans at my feet
I read poems aloud
to the trees—
Could have sworn
I heard
the snapping of twigs.
(from Wobbly Man, Red Dashboard Press, 2016)