We Speak of August
we speak of August as if it were a contract, / a promise the sky made.
we speak of August as if it were a contract, / a promise the sky made.
On the seat of the Humvee, I find this magazinewith an article on dark energy andI think it will be
i.A man with Alzheimer’s says he lefthis pants on in the other room. He meansthe lights. They need to be
The asparagus fern sits in a sun filled cornerlike a sweet faced toddler plopped on a potty chair,up turned face