1. the grass is as tall
as the horses’
noses
Again.
2. When tree trunks
wrap around
each other
like lovers
when the wind
blows breeze in the thick
of their leaves
their
leaves
3. which city —
over the
river way
or over the bay
Oh…There’s only
one city
my city
the city
all eyes on fire
its hair singed
in the glaring night
all those moans
the deep wanting
the memory of lilac gardens.
4. wild sweet pea
I wait for you to unfurl
your blood pink fist
This article appears in Tales of Subversion.
