on a line from Amy Leach’s “Things That Are” I have never made a flower, never have I pressed myself through dirt, me as
Fact: I do strike twice. Fact: not one blade of whirling grass can side- step my burst, divergent lightbulbs. I plant my thoughts where
periodically I seek you out online someone I don’t want to know about hope to find you- tubes or real estate listings hope you’re
Independence, dependence. So much depends…. Upon the light at sunrise, stars at sunset, wind in the shrubbery, roses in neglected gardens, upon the ubiquitous