Friday dusks, three friends watched a horse fence clip down like dominoes, a ray of bleached barn and brush of vineyards. Wrinkling the map
is the shop on G where you sell your baubled do-rags, huge yellow hoops, leather jackets slumping with time, trading them for new eccentricities:
Ekphrastic Response to “Southeastern Louisiana” by Beth Aala The space where something is: her mother, watching the kids play or making Thanksgiving dinner just