To wait is to attend, is to
witness neon, flashing bowls of candy ribbon,
doors revolving, the way starlings swirl, their murmuration,
re-turning to the soot of long closed chimneys. Continue reading “Vestibule”
Vestibule
facescape
In your face exists a landscape
seen from a window every day,
seen through porch columns,
or when crossing the bridge. Continue reading “facescape”
Hippies
We saw the hippies on Sunset Boulevard.
My sister pointed to and was touched
by a hippy on Sunset Boulevard.
If we had remained, my brother Continue reading “Hippies”