A house
of stone and glass,
built above the ocean,
reflects the sunlight
...
I saw a picture of her a year ago,
my one time brown-eyed girl.
She looked like she’d hit the pavement,
I guess like the rest of the nation.
...
Some tears taste
like pure, clear spring water,
despite the salt,
and despite the fact that you know
...
On a weekday morning,
with free time on my hands,
I stopped in the record shop
at Tower City, downtown Cleveland,
...
fallen leaves – neon green;
underbrush – fluorescent brown;
graffiti – acid rainbow;
rapid transit, rushing through town
...
in primeval slumber,
warm-blood
mother-heart
runs through underbrush,
...
Crescent moon,
and a star, adjacent, almost in its pocket
...