Across the fence,
my neighbor's trees
droop with tons
of gorgeous leaves,
and here I stand
with a single rake
to defend against
the inevitable.
© 1996
(originally published in Capper's)
mostly about poetry ... sometimes art
Across the fence,
my neighbor's trees
droop with tons
of gorgeous leaves,
and here I stand
with a single rake
to defend against
the inevitable.
© 1996
(originally published in Capper's)