I must have resembled a large and shaggy hibiscus in my red bandanna worn in that vacuuming the rug, doing the dishes type of way. And my blond hippie-hair must have been stamens and pistils glinting with pollen and nectar when viewed from afar. Had I known I would have remained quite still, …
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God Digging the clouds being foaled By her fresh yellow sun And baby-blue ocean Lies on her back In her green young fields, Inspired by shapes, wobbling Out of her heavens. Hears the lowing and mewling, The bellow and roar, The thrum of the wings, The squeak and the grunt, The …
In one photo I was wearing my Sunday suit, leaning on a little cane, showing a mouthful of disorderly teeth. It was summer. You could tell by the willows, and it was not Sunday because I remember goofing around that day, finding a little black cane in the back of the garage, then putting …