Midas on the Beach
When Midas went to the beach
everyone in his kingdom was nervous.
At the Dog Track
Wednesday and Saturday evenings
were like winter all year round,
the chill air chased cigarette smoke
and stale beer smell across the concrete stands …
Hard Labor
A chrysanthemum petal makes me think of a swapped prisoner. What was given up for this beauty pressing against the
Loose Brick
On the last Saturday of August,
an ambulance sirened past Valley Forge.
Your red Toyota was our caboose.
The cyclists who found me, squashed,
Vibrato Ghazal
Like a trembling tower of fruity gelato,
ladies and gentleman—my vibrato.
Elegy for My 1958 Volkswagen
Beautiful blue beetle,
curved and dumpy, lovely
as a lumpy German mädchen
overly fond of kartoffeln.