for Li Po His bones were dust before the first millennium. A thousand years after that, I open a book. What happened is unclear.
First Vision Believe that granite is soluble, that prickly pear yearns for skin and teeth. Believe chaparral blooms in the brain when rain wears
I can still hear the loud moan in my grandfather’s kitchen, where the woodstove was open for the failing fire’s warmth, and on the