My Sentence

My Sentence —spring wind with its              train of spoons, kidney-bean shaped              pools, Floridian humus, cicadas with their              electric appliance hum, cricket pulse of dusk under              the pixilate gold of the trees, fall’s finish, snow’s white              afterlife, death’s breath finishing the monologue Phenomena, The Most Beautiful Girl you              carved the word because you craved the world— —... Continue Reading →

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: