Month: July 2017

Dad, staring stiff-necked into the forlorn
radius of headlight beams on empty two-lane,
drives the family of five, weary and taciturn

And sometimes, even now, on sultry nights,
your neighbors hear your Skylark open throttle
roaring past like some enraged Ferrari
and screeching to a stop beside your gate.

i told my son the flowers may grow all around you but that doesn’t mean you’re part of a garden so what so what so what isn’t it all so lovely walk walk walk like you know the difference between the bloom and the crop consume...