In the beginning, there’s something to hold on to. Fire in the Old Testament or other myths. Or just the facts about death: We
There is a canal above the clouds. It steals our world and hauls it to Mars. It holds the moon thin then floats it
I’d like to picture it this way: As the weather turned unreasonable, an angel appeared in the form of a longhorn steer on
after Cherry Blossoms Painted Outdoors, 1977, Jane Freilicher After the shower down, a snow carpet, blush-colored, dusts tender grass under this lone