Archive for August, 2019

dryad Dried

August 20, 2019

Dryad dried leaves blow and burn and turn
he truth about—lets in a quackery of ducks
that ducks down so that
— the swimmer is in the water

as summer fades into

a hail of stones: like storms so hale and hearty (Mnnn,  Yummy ) The meadow
that stones that can fly in the night
     in the howling storm
and not disturb the dust as it lies about soaking
the rose; it might…


August 12, 2019