Mark Irwin – Open House
The realtor is whistling through the spacious rooms.
Everything’s so new — floors, carpet, paint — as if just created.
No Ansel Adams
but the snapshots we captured
through the open car window
on our eight megapixel cell phones
Charles Baudelaire, translated by David Yezzi – Meditation
Take it easy, Sadness. Settle down.
You asked for evening. Now, it’s come. It’s here.
A choking fog has blanketed the town,
infecting some with calm, the rest with fear.
Stephen Yenser – Santorini
Mother of Stone, Cybele,
Stone Mother, keep me low,
Resigned, involved, confusable
As to the novice eye the vine