Brings me back to our kitchen in the projects. Cow curtains and magnets lining the yellow refrigerator packed with food we couldn’t eat
Lower than grass, working the segments that are its brilliance, the millipede crosses the path. My foot is a measuring stick, a clumsy hoof
Beneath the lilac, among the daisies, they appear, topknots waving like clown umbrellas in a parade or like a buffet sign Eat Here! Their