forgotten verse
well i wonder where you are tonight and i listen hard to see from where i lay, so high atop the roots of this old tree i send you kisses sweet, my dear like vinegar and lye and if you ever find me here, susanna, don’t you cry
well i wonder where you are tonight and i listen hard to see from where i lay, so high atop the roots of this old tree i send you kisses sweet, my dear like vinegar and lye and if you ever find me here, susanna, don’t you cry
cool, heavy spring mist penetrates earth, leaves, bones, mind no visible path
more instruments in one house than hands to play them: lonesome museum
poems put off ’til night often turn a cold shoulder, shun all advances
perennial partner, whose inevitable face grows ever less familiar with each embrace