I'd walk close to buildings counting
bricks, run my finger in the grout
till it grew hot and numb. Bricks
in a row, rows on a floor, multiply
...
Spring came and we had to hide our boners
under our desks or against walls of lockers.
We'd see other boys walking with books slung low
...
You nature poets think you've got it, hostaged
somewhere in Vermont or Oregon,
so it blooms and withers only for you,
...
A little girl in her Halloween princess costume,
purple and white, thin satin or polyester,
a slit in the sleeve, a sweatshirt underneath
...
A summer breeze lifts white gauze curtains,
carrying sounds of neighbors
...