Southern Idaho Summer
April 18, 2018I was six.
I wheeled Grandpa’s milk cans out
to wait like patient soldiers for the cheese truck.
I strutted in a new red and blue
corduroy cowboy suit.
I was six.
I wheeled Grandpa’s milk cans out
to wait like patient soldiers for the cheese truck.
I strutted in a new red and blue
corduroy cowboy suit.
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Mouth over the reed,
you empty your feelings
into the hollow heart.
These are the pieces left:
I keep diaries in my head
At night I write on sealed pages
In dream codes a sort
Of dot-dot-dash Morse himself
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When I slid the damask
from its plastic sleeve
to spread it on the table,
the stain throbbed against crisp white.
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