Poems, Imitations & Translations


Fragments (3)

Juicy Root

Like the sweet apple
ripening at the tip
of the topmost branch
the pickers left behind
because they couldn’t reach it
(however hard they tried)

When you walked in I bear-hugged you
having banked up the fires of love ...


ignorant of harm
sweeter than music
brighter than money
whiter than milk
smoother than water
swifter than porsche
softer than rosebud
richer than gold card

keep away from trash

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