The drop of blood
A moment's treasure
Beneath low fern
Below high fir
...
Michael Greaney requests his
orchard raked (a persnickety
fact) an ultimate apparently
secret half-desires orchards
...
Two days without food.
In the gutter a ripe pear
- - shining blue planet!
...
Duck below this loud marquee's
brassiest rune of rain transfixed
by dumb reflection on a drunken face...
What gives?
...
The Red Mushroom
The drop of blood
A moment's treasure
Beneath low fern
Below high fir
An inch of precision
To the full woods' measure
A drop of blood
And nothing more
Makes green the forest
Makes black the mud
A spark of fire
A drop of blood