When the stars fail you, sit under a tree and it will tell you everything. What’s old is always new again, the crocus corm
Behind the cafeteria dumpster on a humid April night, I was knighted by the fierce ones, Random Boy of Sorrows. It was the height
After I waved and you said hi I could not return to that spot in Florida and undo our meeting. If I tucked
Provençal—My heart remembers it Come to me once more in that soft cotton dress of moonlight falling from your shoulders like laughter between us