Brave Odysseus far from home as seas of sand were turned to glass turned to glass the superheated sand: July 16, 1945. Brave Odysseus
Why in their dancing for us circus elephants don’t pull the canvas sky down each night and trample our kids into soft little star-stains
Above small fish with gaping mouths we float, motor dead. The lake’s warm as soup, noon glare blinking off your glasses as you pull