Yes, I see you down there
looking up into my vastness.
What are you hoping
to find on my vacant face,
Leona Sevick – I Had Pretty Plumage Once
The bees alighting on clover so near my toes
have no interest in what I have to offer.
Fat wolf spiders on my porch jump at flies
and leave my arms, my legs, unmolested.
Noah Eli Gordon – Out of Touch Screen
Sometimes starting with a title
Infuses the work
With an insurmountable dread
How is one to fulfill such a promise
When the light, pummeled gold, casts the windows of houses up like foil
and the dusk begins to soften your bones toward snow
as you sit, turning photos in the album, each one